No Nerve, Never

on how much we've changed

since i am in Puerto Rico, and it's raining, i thought i'd give y'all a little history about how Crutcha and I became friends.
it's relevant because i can't stop calling her from here, and i thought i'd give her a break and write about her instead.

T.C., as i affectionally want to start calling her, and i have known each other for a few years, but it was not until very recently that we realized that we are crutched up soul sisters.
and we realized this at H&M.
we celebrated by getting drunk that night.

you see, upon sharing some stories, we realized that our lives have been eerily similar. there are the obvious differences, i mean, i'm from the streets of San Juan, and she's crutched and raised in the BK. HOWEVER, the stuff that matters (not just sex), the stuff that comes out of our hearts and minds, is living proof that we are cut from the same cloth. a crutched cloth. a cloth that is obsessed with cookies and beef. and our impending trip to Jamaica.

the thing about T.C. is that she does not realized how wonderful she is. i mean, i'd totally hit it. and i would have already, if she weren't so fucking straight. not that i'm not into the men, but i'm just sayin'.

either way, i think the only way to really understand our friendship is to call up the person in the cube behind you, take her to H&M, and later gorge on beef patties in coco bread and Ting.

only then can you form a bond as deep as ours. and by that i mean the only thing this post has to do with online dating is that i want to have sex with Crutcha on the internet.

posted by Cristina @ 2:15 PM