A year ago today, @_Hannibal_King_ emerged on the TL and since he's the reason I first started talking to Clyde, his twitversary is our anniversary.
When Clyde and I met, it was through our characters. She didn't have an author account yet. Hannie liked her so much, he nicknamed her "Angel." She will always be Angel to him.
Clyde and I first started to get close around the end of summer when Toad started school and wasn't around as much late at night/early in the morning. The night that really started it all was when I was having a Psych marathon and got so into talking about it that I changed my avi to Shawn and started to call Clyde, "Lassie." As the nights went on, we came up with crazy sleepover/kidnapping ideas and even gave them themes. Soon enough, we were shouting weird shit at each other and, realizing we would be partners in crime, decided to be Bonnie and Clyde. After that I spent many an argument threatening to burn her share of the money while she tried to use Frank Iero's adorable face against me.
It was actually a fairly long time before we started RPing together. One late night, while I was up talking to Clyde and Vanilla, I couldn't resist the urge to use Minzy as an FC nor could I resist Buttface's boyish charms and thus HwaYoung was born. Since then, Clyde and I have grown even closer and have a SHIT TON of SLs planned for the Beauties and the Beasts.
Clyde is an AMAZING writer. She captures subtle nuances and expressions in ways I've never seen done before. She can be as doubtful of that as she wants, but it doesn't change the fact that it's true.
Anyway, Clyde, even though you ruined my life with Freaks and Geeks, I still love you way more than you love Franco. You may be #TrackThree in brains, but you're #TrackOne in my heart. Happy anniversary!
Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Toad
This time last year I wished Toad a happy birthday. It wasn't anything special, just a tweet that I sent because I saw other people sending them. Sure, I kinda knew her, but really the only reason I sent the tweet was because I didn't want to be the only one on the TL who didn't. But now? Now that bitch is so lodged in my heart no amount of sexy men dressed as construction workers could pry her out.
I honestly can't believe it's actually been over a year since we met. Over a year since her Maggie and I argued. Over a year since her Maggie favorited one of my tweets which prompted me to follow her. It's been a year since we were soul reapers together with Fergie. It's been a year since we became the capslock sisters. It's been a year since our sisterhood began and so much has happened that it seems more like decades have passed.
I used the power of peer pressure to make her create Daisy. My Hannie has a thing for Toad and has asserted his possession of her on more than one occasion. By way of intense shouting, I got her to watch A Hard Day's Night with me. Yeah. I got her first time. We've RPed together and I made her fall in love with my Poop. I told her she wasn't ready for this jelly. My body's too bootylicious for her. So much dishonor on so many cows. I'd mention everything we've ever done, but I think just saying #LadyAndTheCat pretty much sums it all up.
Toad is not just a friend I met online. She's not some bubbly entity that's there for the sole purpose to make me feel good. Toad is my precious little sister who is always, -ALWAYS- welcome to hide in my DMs when the TL just doesn't appeal to her. In there we'll put on boas and sprawl and just make absolutely no sense at all. Derping to the extreme.
Earlier today I told Ronald that I was freaking out because she's another year older. I don't even care that my Lil Bro is turning the same age in a couple months, but because Toad is as old as she is now I'm having a life crisis and just want to shove her back so she never ages.
I don't really know what I'm getting at anymore, but the point is: Toad is amazing and better than the rest of you at everything. You don't even breathe as well as she does.
Happy birthday, Toad. I love you. Stay #TrackOne.
I honestly can't believe it's actually been over a year since we met. Over a year since her Maggie and I argued. Over a year since her Maggie favorited one of my tweets which prompted me to follow her. It's been a year since we were soul reapers together with Fergie. It's been a year since we became the capslock sisters. It's been a year since our sisterhood began and so much has happened that it seems more like decades have passed.
I used the power of peer pressure to make her create Daisy. My Hannie has a thing for Toad and has asserted his possession of her on more than one occasion. By way of intense shouting, I got her to watch A Hard Day's Night with me. Yeah. I got her first time. We've RPed together and I made her fall in love with my Poop. I told her she wasn't ready for this jelly. My body's too bootylicious for her. So much dishonor on so many cows. I'd mention everything we've ever done, but I think just saying #LadyAndTheCat pretty much sums it all up.
Toad is not just a friend I met online. She's not some bubbly entity that's there for the sole purpose to make me feel good. Toad is my precious little sister who is always, -ALWAYS- welcome to hide in my DMs when the TL just doesn't appeal to her. In there we'll put on boas and sprawl and just make absolutely no sense at all. Derping to the extreme.
Earlier today I told Ronald that I was freaking out because she's another year older. I don't even care that my Lil Bro is turning the same age in a couple months, but because Toad is as old as she is now I'm having a life crisis and just want to shove her back so she never ages.
I don't really know what I'm getting at anymore, but the point is: Toad is amazing and better than the rest of you at everything. You don't even breathe as well as she does.
Happy birthday, Toad. I love you. Stay #TrackOne.
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