Knowing when your boyfriend’s formal is before he does. TSM.

Stopping at Starbucks on your walk of shame. TSM.

Having two dresser drawers dedicated to sorority shirts. TSM.

Discussing your options for an upcoming fraternity date party like it’s your event. TSM.

If you’re a bird, I’m someone who shoots birds for sport. TSM.

Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.

Turning your letter shirt inside out for the walk of shame, because you respect your sorority enough not to shame it, but not enough to keep you from doing the shameful thing. TSM.

Instantly finding him more attractive in his letters. TSM.

Having glitter permanently embedded into your carpet. TSM.

All I need to get through today is a little tequila and a whole ‘lotta Jesus. TSM.