Sort've my husband.
Except we're dysfunctional.
As in he slaps me through the computer screen
when I don't play through the Ezio Trilogy.
We share a lot of common ground, and I enjoy our conversations;
however pointless they may become.
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.
He's my bane.
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.