Proof-reading sorority e-mails to see if there are too many exclamation points. TSM.

“Don’t hate me, but…” TSM.

No one should ever be that ugly. TSM.

If you match your eye shadow to your outfit, I refuse to acknowledge your existence. TSM.

Choosing Evian or Fiji based on what looks better with my outfit. TSM.

Cacophobia is the fear of ugliness. Shit, I think I have that. TSM.

The Hunger Games: the game you play the whole month leading up to formal. TSM.

Friend Requests? I don’t send them. I just get them. TSM.

I almost feel bad when pledges think they have a chance. TSM.

Mmmmm. I smell like a tanning bed. TSM.