Twin Win

So I'm dating this guy. He's an identical twin. I have not met his twin, but apparently they look different enough that I won't have trouble telling them apart.

Boy and I went out to dinner. We shall call boy, "A"(he is not sending creepy texts to Hanna, Aria, Spencer, and Emily). We put our name on the waiting list, but he gave his twin brother's name...we shall call twin "B"(he is sending the texts to Hannah, Aria, Spencer, and Emily). So even though I know I'm with "A", he says he's "B" and my eyes go wide.

Holy. Crap. I got in the car with, essentially, a stranger. I'm with the wrong brother. No. No. No. This cannot be good.

It reminds me of MK&A's "Passport To Paris" when they are waiting outside of the Embassy for the boys and they are like "This is it, the true test. Can they tell us apart?"

                                              *Check it out at 1:57

So I'm freaking out that I just failed the most important test of the day and the boy is gonna leave me.


"A" reveals he is, as I thought, "A". NOT A FUNNY TRICK.

(Since I wrote this a week ago, I have since met twin. I can successfully tell them apart.)

"We're Not Gonna Pay"*

Dear Faithful Readers and Other People Who Have Arrived Here By Random Happenstances of the Universe,

I speak a lot of my good friend Matilda who has put up with my insanity and proof read every post - even the ones that you will never see. She has decided to reveal her true identity and become a guest blogger on my site! FINALLY!  Without further ado and adon't, I give you...

Hi people, I'm Matilda, but you can call me "other".

Recently my parents abandoned me. Kicked me out of the house and made me face my fear of being self-sufficient. Yes, my parents will still pay for my cell phone bill, but what Jewish girls' parents don't? Am I right?

So anyways, this past month I have spent my life apartment hunting. I've seen it all - the skuz, the shit, the over priced and the beautiful. Those words could also be related to my dating life (which is non existent)...ya feel me?

Finally, I found it. The one. Not too small, not too large, Juuuuuust right.

So now that half my paycheck is going out the window to the box I will live in, I must start buying everything to put in it. Luckily my parents are nice enough to give me all their cleaning supplies, two stools and a chair. How sweet.

But there is still so much left. I mean how do you know what is essential and what isn't?

Enter the checklist. The how-to guide for those who have no idea how to live.

Click here for the list I used.

Not everything applies, but hey, it gets the juices flowing.

Much success to you all.

Thanks, Other/Matilda! Stay tuned for more posts from Other/Matilda in the future. If you'd like to be a guest writer, comment on any post with a way to contact you (I won't publish your comment so your info will stay private) and I'll be in touch!

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