Family, House, Ladies, Life, Love Life

Cousins Seeking Cousins

Personal Ad: See bullets below, along with full description at the bottom.Stoop pic

  • Must be platonic soul mates
  • No Linkin Park, Dave Mathews Band, or Nickelback fans
  • Must love Strangers with Candy, Reno 911, Parks and Rec, and the ID channel
  • Must be willing and able to watch movies involving demonic possession, demonic exorcism, or just demons as a collective.
  • Should not, however, love Satan.
  • We love going to shows, but we love staying home more.
  • Sex? Yes, please! Never together though. We are like sisters. And, no, we don’t share partners.
  • Must enjoy listening to long crazy stories—often involving multiple alter egos.
  • Trump supporters swipe left.
  • Walkie talkies are a preferred method of communication.
  • Patience is essential, along with effective communication skills and a love of dogs.
  • Must be able to handle severe anxiety…from both of us. Even medicated.
  • Must love our cousins and their kids—all 500 of them. (See cousins below)

For further clarification, we have written one another’s personal ad, below:

Kristina:

Tina will match best with a go-with-the-flow kind of lady. Patience is key. She likes funny, confident, smart, affectionate, attractive women. But who doesn’t? If you cannot stand to arrive a few minutes late, this is not the relationship for you. Do you like to spend endless hours laughing on the couch? Well, that’s exactly what you will get. Come over hungry. She’s Greek, so she must feed you! She plays the drums and spent a lot of time touring, so you will be subjected to several band videos. When she has a bad day, she likes to visit the local dog shelter and cover herself in medicinal puppies. If you want to win her heart, tell her that her hair looks amazing and her arm muscles are sexy. Tina is my person, my best friend, and closest confidante. She is the Dorothy to my Sophia. We are super close, so you must be confident enough that you aren’t threatened by our relationship. Insecure women need not apply.

Sam:

Sam’s perfect match will understand and embrace her love of all things Harry Potter. If you haven’t watched all eight movies, she will be thrilled to have a movie marathon. She likes other kinds of marathons, too. But, not the running kind—if you catch my drift. Although, she is open to new experiences. The right woman should be fully prepared to dance in the front row when Sam’s band plays a live show. If you have poor taste in music, she will help refine it. But, don’t ever try to take control of the radio. The right woman should consider buying me a nice gift; nothing fancy, just something to show her how much you like me. Never ever ask her to do the Carlton. I can ask her to do it; you cannot. Come prepared with innovative theories about Game of Thrones. Having read the books is a major plus. Strong women with a feminine exterior are essential—rouge and lipstick will totally do the trick. If you want her sexy summer fade between your legs, compliment her hair often. Please hurry, I’m pretty sure she stole my soul, and I really want it back.

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“So…what did you text her back? DUDE, NO WAY! That’s fucking awesome”
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Conversations, House, Life

Reunited And It Feels So Good

Things I will have to get used to when living with Tina again:

1.) Wearing safety goggles to mask the thick layer of hairspray from my eyes.

2.) Tina’s constant wardrobe changes:

“Sam do you like this one better or this one?”

“Tina they’re the exact same color.”

“Perhaps to the untrained eye! Look a little closer–one is blue/green and the other is green/blue.”

“Damnit Tina we’re just going to bed.”

3.) Having to map out our house before every party so Tina can decide where everyone is going to sleep.

4.) Putting a protective layer over all electronic equipment. I already know my laptop will end up covered in miso soup.

5.) Having to wake up in the middle of the night because Tina decided it was the perfect time to paint a mural on MY WALL.

“Sam, is this light bothering you? Oh sorry I dripped paint on your hair.”

“Tina are you painting the ceiling?”

“Oh yea I thought I would replicate the Sistine Chapel for you. Like Leonardo.”

“Tina….Wrong ninja turtle.”

6.) Having to convince Tina there are no demons living in our house. But to be fair, she has to convince me the government isn’t spying on us with satellites, either.

7.) Regular sobbing sessions over anything and everything that reminds us of our Mom-mom.

8.) Having to use Lush toothy tabs that taste like absolute shit because she insists the other stuff will rot my teeth. Thanks, Lindsey.

9.) Talking Tina off the ledge once she’s found the cutest most abused animal in the whole wide world and wants to bring it in the house.

“No I will not play radio roulette with you. We all know how that shit ends. And, I can hear the baby bat flapping around inside your bedroom. I left you a list of bat sanctuaries. Guess you’ll be late for work today.”

10.) Living with someone who can talk me into virtually anything-regardless of my self-respect and well-being. But, hey it’s worth making your best friend smile.

Dogs, House, Life, Stories

Playing House

Growing up, Sam and I spent a lot of time together. We have known each other for 32 years, and I held her the day she was born. I’m pretty sure that makes me her favorite person, but she won’t ever tell you that. We have always had a lot in common, and sometimes I think we share a brain. Over the past two decades, we have lived together multiple times. This is one of those times.

It’s been overwhelming AF to get everything moved from one state to another, even if that state is only an hour away. We are in the middle of some weird shit, but we are navigating it together. Sami brings sunshine and rainbows in the middle of the darkest storm. But, that could just be her sexy summer fade. She loves the ladies, and when she plays it right, it’s like summer-fucking-time all year round in this bitch. This bitch being our new dwelling.

Together, we have rescued many dogs. We will have three living with us in our new habitat, including one genius Border Collie, one grumpy-muggle puppy, and one blind/deaf double-merle Australian Shepherd.

We are obsessed with Sam’s nephew, Half-Lit, and we both spend a lot of time kissing his head.

I don’t know what else I can really tell you about the two of us, other than that we plan to rule as two Kings over our dominion, which will eventually include the world. We are both queer as folk, but she’s better with the terminology. I’m not sure how often Sam will help me post on this blog, considering she can’t swipe left when she’s not in the mood. But, I will do my best to showcase my best friend and platonic soul mate. If not for me, for the good of the land. Because, we like to keep it pushing ’round here. Our goal is to redefine ourselves, as individuals and friends–not to start over, but to move forward with as much class among the chaos as possible. And, by classy I mean trashy AF.