Once Upon a Time...

there were two young girls who wrote. They wrote notes in class with secret names for cute boys on intricately folded notebook paper. They wrote goofy stories featuring all of their friends doing things they really didn't understand, like running a bar, or... driving a car. They spent three years writing an epic story featuring themselves as detectives inexplicably dating all the members of Blink182. They also wrote a lot of bad, angsty poetry, but they don't like to talk about that.

Then they went to college and wrote essays and more bad poetry and lists of cute boys and occasionally ways they could save money if they really tried, except none of those writings included "stop buying beer" so they never worked out.

They moved far away and wrote emails and text messages and mostly true stories that were only exaggerated in they way they always exaggerated, which was quite a lot. They wrote postcards from France, and Christmas cards from Main (though the Christmas card just said "Sorry" and was included in a box containing a very old Yoda doll with pierced ears and painted nails from that time they got drunk in freshman year).

And they reminisced about writing all those stories when they were young, and how they should really try this new blogging thing all the kids were talking about. So they felt really good about themselves and let another six months go by before they brought it up again. By this time they were both back in school, and decided to for sure start a blog as soon as summer vacation came around. True to their word, it is basically still summer, and they started this blog. Two not-as-young girls who still (sort of) write.