Meet the Girls

Hi there. Nice to meet you. No, really. I mean it. We care about what you think, which is why we're here writing this blog. All right. There's a slight chance I might be exaggerating. I don't actually know who you are. You're a collection of pixels on my screen, and every once in a while we cross paths and do a little wave or a funny dance. Hooray.

Every now and then, however, you find someone online who you can see yourself actually having a relationship with. Not a sexy, "Omg I wanna meet you for realz and be your gurlfriend" relationship, but a "hey, we could be BFFs" kinda thing.

Enter The Ditz.

How we met is irrelevant at the moment. More on that later. It should be sufficient to say, we met online five years ago and it was the beginning of a beautiful sisterhood that has flourished and grown, blah blah blah blog.

That's right. Blog. Because some things are funny enough, or ironic enough, to share.

So, you have me. I'm The Bitch. I've always got something to say. Most of the time you can't stop me from saying it, no matter how much shit is hitting whichever fan. I eat, breathe, sleep, absorb, and ooze sarcasm. Sometimes I don't even know where the sarcasm stops and the sincerity begins.

Then there's The Ditz. She's continually lost, has self-esteem issues which she hides marginally well by acting silly, but overall doesn't care what people think of her because she goes her own way and does her own thing, an admirable trait in anyone.

So when The Bitch and The Ditz get together, fun things happen. And they're good. So if it amuses you, read on. If not, fuck off. We didn't ask for your opinion anyway!

Cheers!