Sort've my husband, my bane,
but also my bae and my sanity.
Except we are extremely dysfunctional.
As in he'll slap me through the computer screen
when I don't refuse to play through the Ezio Trilogy.
We share a lot of common ground, and I enjoy our conversations;
however pointless they may become.
Nowadays our conversations mostly consist of insulting
each other and harassing each other with sexual innuendos,
(well, those are all on him, actually).
Truthfully, though, I adore him.
She's like my evil twin except she's not evil at all.
That, however, could be up for debate.
I feel like I've corrupted her on some levels.
We share a mutual love of animals and an equal dislike of politics.
There exists a sort of sisterly bond between us, since
hardly a day goes by we don't talk to each other.
She also finds it hilarious to send me pictures of men
while I'm sitting in class. I know I can share anything with her,
and there are times when I think she doesn't understand
how much she actually means to me.
He's my bane.
He's one of my best friends.
He's been there for me, and I still have to repay him for that.
I enjoy our conversations, when we have time to have them,
and really he's the only one that bothers to call me.
I'm currently in a predicament; I have no more shows for him to watch.
He is my primary source of comfort, and I know that I can come to him
for anything; he always has sound advice and a soft word for me.
His consistent teasing is always keeping me on my toes, and
sometimes it is difficult for me to find a way to sass him.
Pretty much my big brother who I am partially terrified of.
I look up to him. We don't talk often, though I know
if I ever needed his support or his advice, he'd be around.
He is also one of the only people that isn't afraid to tell me
to get my s**t together and get over things, which, admittedly,
sometimes I desperately need.
Hands down, she's my evil twin.
We have a lot in common, including a likeness for making
our character's lives utterly miserable before their untimely death.
Our chats are always filled with laughter.
I suppose she's another one of my evil twins.
We have lots and lots in common, including a shared love
of our Playstations. When we do talk, we usually spend
hours talking. We like nothing more than love triangles
and tragedies. We have started a few role-plays, all of which
I've enjoyed far more than is probably healthy. I can share
almost anything with her, and trust her quite a bit.