The Kerry Club

You think you know, but you have no idea!

So, at college, I met my other half, basically. Her name is Kerry. Coincidence? Hell no. But she brings out my kiddie side. Yanno, the side that rocks out to Dancing Queen and considers hardcore Bop It a form of exercise. We really don't go a day without seeing each other, and if we do, it's a big tackle hug the next day and an "OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!!" And we're dead serious. We may be polar opposites personality wise, but I honestly love this girl to death. I'd kill for her, and she knows it. She keeps me down on Earth, and I keep her on her toes. Movie night, yeah, we have that like 4x a week. And don't get us started on musicals, Evanescence, or Wall-E, because we'll talk/sing your ears off. Yeah, we're kickass singers, but shhhhhh, we don't like to tell people. I've got this Wall-E toy right, and I keep him on my keychain. Well, when I went home this weekend, I gave him to her to babysit, and she knitted him a scarf because he was cold. And I found that perfectly acceptable, while everyone else was so "WTF?!". No, but really, we are cooler, prettier, awesomer, and overall just better than you and your friends. We have excellent adventures. We sing, we dance [well...uh...kind of], we have excellent adventures, and we do it all without messing up our makeup. And if we do, you best believe we're whipping out the mirrors to fix it, because we're always looking good.

OH AND...
The Kerry Club is EXTREMELY exclusive. Don't even try to join, bitches.

Peace out, girl scouts.
-K