Scrawlings in a Jar: Twingo

To: The World
From: Connie

Sometimes I wish I were a twin. I have always wanted to be able to speak a different language fluently with someone who actually understood my jibberish. Like...a twin...or a random stranger who understands Connie-ism. And I mean...somehow I doubt that even someone related to me would be able to understand Connie-ism.

I WANT MY OWN TWINGO!! You know: Twin-Lingo? Yeah. I want it.

It's not enough to have imaginary friends to talk to in your little language. And maybe some of us DO have imaginary friends, there's no need to criticize. Psh.

I want a living breathing person that I can totally speak in a different language with: like twins! Twins are supposed to have this trait where they develop their own language or something. It's supposed to be common. Rats, I want a twin to talk to in a secret language. And you know what's funny? Me and said twin (Let's call her Rhonda. "Connie and Rhonda" has a nice ring to it, don't ya think?) would probably only ever be like

Connie: "Hey...Mom's  meatloaf is particularly dry today."
Rhonda: "Drier than usual? Gross."
Connie: "Don't tell her I said so."
Rhonda: "Why would I tell her that? That's stupid, Connie."
Connie: "YOU'RE stupid, Rhonda!"
      Mom: "What are you girls talking about?"
Connie/Rhonda: "...Nothing..."

So...technically it's not like it would be all that fun anyways. But...somehow...it would just be so awesome...