They are:
One American.
One Canadian.
Corresponding to one another, regarding very important matters, often from afar.
Pilot
Pilot was born in some place in America. I don’t really know where. Somewhere in Pennsylvania. It was a good day. It was July 20th, 1984. She spent her childhood training to be an astronaut. She is still in training. She is the worst Economics major and can’t tell you anything about recessions, but is a really really good German student and can tell you how to say “shame” in said language.
She has lived in different parts of the world, meeting people, traveling, and writing little comments in a small black notebook she keeps on her at all times.
She can be quiet, but as the old saying goes, once you get to know her (which you never will, sucker!) she is extremely witty, sassy and knowledgeable.
In case you care, or are curious (perhaps you want to build a better image of her in your mind!?) she is a proficient cook, enjoys fashion, dabbles in the arts, likes writing and is quite the joke teller. She loves languages and will judge you for misspelling words or using poor grammar. She does not love your cat. She loves most things, but for the love of God, don’t show her a picture of your cat.
Pilot is currently writting to Bean about whatever she damn well pleases.
Bean
Bean, the Bean, Beaner, Bean-o-rama – all these describe one Canadian we (well, if we’re lucky) know and love. Like most kids, she was born. I am not sure what she did with most of her childhood other than dance, speak French in school and at home, bitch about speaking French at home, and not resemble her brothers in either looks or actions. Sometimes she speaks French these days, to which Pilot responds oui.
She is also a traveler and a writer, and a spreader of happiness where ever she goes. Her energy rivals that of a Mexican Jumping Bean, and like the rhyme says, she actually IS good for your heart. She has a penchant for Phil Collins, Rick Astley, reading, and cabbage. She cannot stop shopping for clothing and stationary (though she’s trying really hard!). She will out-sing you in karaoke and out-drink you anywhere, but you can definitely beat her in a hot dog eating contest.
She is great with kids, but don’t ask her to have any.
She is currently living with kangaroos and conducting cultural and sociological studies on the effects of isolation on a large group (continent) of people.
KAWAII!!!!!
I love you both.. and lindzy for the love of everything is good.. WRITING ONLY HAS ONE t!! I know you know this.
<3
Thanks Ash, I really didn’t want to be the one to say it…