Adding all the new babies and liking their statuses about bid day. TSM.

Before you can play “Say Yes To The Dress” you have to spend a lot of time playing “Say No To The Bro.” TSM.

“No make-up” for ritual means limiting it to concealer, foundation, and one coat of mascara. TSM.

He stole my heart, so I stole his last name. TSM.

Sure, there are girls in my sorority that I don’t get along with. But I’d totes be there for ANY of them in a heartbeat if they needed me. TSM.

If you wanna get with me, there’s some things you gotta know. You gotta be frat and party on the row. TSM.

My degree is not a back-up-plan. It’s a passion. I went to college to learn how to save lives, not bake pies. I already knew how to do that. TSM.

Picking out boys for my little. TSM.

That sense of satisfaction and pride when I see my Little do the bitch stare and judge. TSM.

The sisters were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of PNMs danced in their heads. TSM.