sissy dear

a transatlantic friend whom is like a sister. When you meet, you hate each other. no matter what you can not seem to get along, fighting over everything (eg where to put the battleships on you group project about new jersey). Slowly you become friends, joined but a mutual distaste for a certain girl whom can not sit on a chair for more than 5 seconds. Eventually you become very good friends, and as they say, 'absence makes the heart grow stronger' when one sissy leaves the country. You regularly plan to maintain contact (eg skyping every friday night) and send food packages across the atlantic. You have so many inside jokes that most of them have been forgotten but are remember when found digging through old emails and messages. Like a sister, you fight but can't help but love them. 'sexy pictures, crazy times, sisters at heart, partners in crime'