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.
He's my bane.
He's... well, he's my good friend.
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.
We have quite a bit of history.
But aside from everything else, he's my brother.
My slightly older brother. I adore him, and I know
that he'll be around when I need him! Plus he will
listen to me rant about things, and is one of the only people
that knows me better than I know myself.
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.