Big hair. Red lips. Can’t lose. TSM.

Drinking in letters when you’re wine drunk around the house, because you’re wild and can’t be tamed. TSM.

Being genuinely disappointed when a boy’s text comes in green. TSM.

“All I’m saying is that if I instagramed a picture with him, it would break 100 likes, and that bitch only got seven.” TSM.

Doing your sorority’s secret knock on the wall to wake your sister up in the next room at the frat house. TSM.

Being almost as good at removing red wine stains as you are at creating them. TSM.

Finding glitter in your textbook when you study for finals, because you were obviously crafting when you opened the book for your last exam. TSM.

You’re never truly dressed without a monogram. TSM.

“You’re the friend I sin with.” TSTC.

Is it still hazing if I want to do it? TSM.