The girls...

Christina: 22-year-old living in Small-ish Town, West Coast. Lives with and loves BF. Has too many exes, some with interesting stories, some... not so much. Is still trying to figure out what to do now that her bff, Courtney, is two states away... again.
Courtney: 22-year-old living in Smaller Town, West Coast. Living alone, single and loving it. Has lots of scandalous stories to share. Missing her bff, but is excited about this new journey! Looking for Mr. Right, but will settle for Mr. Right now...

Behind the name...

Sex and the City + the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants + The Sweetest Thing...
Part young girl, part grown woman... a little bit of fashion, a little bit (well, hopefully a LOT) of sex... and probably more booze than what's healthy. We started this blog hoping to start a chronicle of our lives, now hundreds of miles apart, as best friends... with the help of a fabulous handbag, of course!

Is this too cleavage-y for an interview?

I've been interviewed by that damn expat (her adjective, not mine). Granted, it was pretty voluntary (see rules below), but I'm still excited!

First, the rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me." (Did that.)
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions - I get to the pick the questions. (That too.)
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. (That's coming up.)
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. (Currently happening.)
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. (You got it.)

And now, the interview!

All I know about you is that you live in a small town and have a fun best friend. Tell me more about yourself, in five sentences or less.

I'm the youngest of three - my brother and sister (both technically my half siblings - different fathers) are 6 and 8 years older than me, respectively. For the better part of all of our childhoods, my mother raised us on her own... thus we're very close and I've never considered them my half-siblings. My dad died in a car wreck when I was 16 (on his way to see me for my birthday) and I'm pretty sure that trauma has a lot to do with the shenanigans of my high school and college careers. I'm the first in my family to earn a four-year degree. I love avocados, green olives, Caesar salad and dill pickle-flavored Spitz (sunflower seeds).

If you were a Sex and the City character, which character would you be?

Even though I most closely resemble Charlotte physically, I'm fairly certain (along with about 97% of the rest of the female population) Carrie is, like, my kindred spirit. I fancy myself a writer (in fact, my bachelor's is in a writing-related field and I work at a writing-type place), am neurotic and my hair, when I don't straighten it, tends to be a bit wild and out-of-control. Though I have to say, I do have a bit of Miranda's cynicism as well.

If you were a Sweetest Thing character, which character would you be?

Christina. (In case we didn't make it clear, Courtney and Christina aren't our real names. They're completely based on the movie The Sweetest Thing.) Even though I'm nowhere near as tall or skinny or blonde as Cameron Diaz in that movie, I'm most like Christina. Though... now that I think about it, if I were that tall, I would be that skinny. Just stretch me out and tada! If for no other reason, I'd say I "am" Christina because when she gets upset about something, she feels the need to go out dancing. There are a million other thing we have in common, but my brain hurts from a long day at work.

What is your one favorite thing about your boyfriend?

The hardest question! There are countless things I absolutely adore about him, including the way I've never been left wanting more in the sex department (seriously, he's always willing to do anything I want!) and the way he gets along so well with my family, friends and co-workers. But maybe the best thing about him is how he puts up with all my shit. I'm right about just about everything, obviously (hint hint wink wink), but on the rare occasion I get all Carrie-neurotic and Miranda-cynical and all-around menopausal-girl-crazy - have I mentioned I tend to have mood swings and have a serious (serious.) anger problem? - he always puts up with it. Sure, he throws out the occasional "fuck this," but he always ends up calming me down and telling me how much, despite it all, he loves me. Oh, and he wants to marry me. Maybe that's my favorite thing.

Tell me one thing you love and one thing you hate about yourself.

Psh. What's not to love? Aside from my amazing sense of humor (and fashion) and killer good looks, I think I'm most proud of where I am in life. I'm a college grad with a good job that I love (and is exactly what I went to school for), living with my boyfriend (in sin! I'm so going to hell) and we have a house, a yard, way too many vehicles, some very adorable pets and only minimal debt. I've got it together.

And my least favorite thing is that I fall apart. Like I mentioned a minute ago, I have some pretty severe anger problems and mood swings that surface from time to time and I hate myself when I'm like that. It's that uncontrollable shit you always read about but never really think can be true. I'm a complete bitch for absolutely no reason. It gets so bad that sometimes I wonder if I should see a doctor about it, get some meds and chill the fuck out. But by the time that all crosses my mind, it's over with. I'm sane again. I'd like to be (relatively) sane all the time.



There you have it. I'm apparently a little on the wordy side tonight (or maybe that's just in general... hey, I said I fancy myself a writer, didn't I?) so please forgive. Also I'm extremely PG tonight, too (no sex or coming or dick-licking or anything, wtf?!) so forgive me for that, too.

I'm kind of killing two birds with one stone here, but I have a quick poll for you guys. Which story from my past would you like to hear next....
A (somewhat but maybe not-so-) quick recap of my shenanigans with First Love?
The first time I slept with a black guy?*
The first time I slept with an Asian guy?**
OR my fling with Christian Gal's (a college roommate of mine) ex-boyfriend... while I lived with Christian Gal?

* Have I mentioned I'm white?
** And Hick Town is, if you couldn't tell by the name, pretty much 100% white?

XOXO
Christina

7 comments:

  1. That damn expat said...
     

    Me likey! Good job!
    My dad died in a car crash too, and my man also puts up with a lot of my crap.

  2. Finding my way said...
     

    Christian Gal's ex boyfriend!!!

  3. Rose and Jill said...
     

    You can ask Jill, I have those same anger blow-ups. I ended up being diagnosed with PMDD (Which is pretty much severe PMS). Yeah, it sucks. I always feel terrible after one of the explosions.
    <3,
    Rose

  4. Rose and Jill said...
     

    Oh and interview us!
    <3,
    Jill & Rose

  5. rs27 said...
     

    I vote for all those stories.

    Is that allowed. I have made my own rules.

  6. Extremely Witty said...
     

    Definitely the last story!

  7. Mishi said...
     

    I vote for the story about Christian Gal's ex - that sounds like a good one.

    My blog's not nearly as sexy as yours, but I'd love to be interviewed too.

    :)

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