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.
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.
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.