You know, growing up is one of those things. Some compare age to a fine wine or an appropriately aged cheese; in reality it isn’t as great as either of those…it’s better, or worse depending on how you look back at the accomplishments you’ve made and the people you’ve encountered on your march to “wisdom” or lack thereof. At 26 years old, each of us has gone through the good, the bad, the ups, the downs on this rollercoaster of life…looking ahead for the next curve, plunge or loop, but always taking a quick glance back at the shit we’ve just been through.
Ok enough with the life BS, here are the real Derek and Missy.
Through the years we have been labeled many things, some true and some false. We’ll let you decide.
Derek: eccentric, hypochondriac, lazy, hilarious, extremely relatable, wino, teen statistic, ass-kisser, professional, grammar police, neurotic, label whore, anxious, adventurous, fun, snob, prick, it’s my pleasure.
Missy: vulnerable, dreamer, disheveled, rule breaker, sensitive, stubborn, doesn’t give a shit attitude (but really does give a shit), intimidating, glamorous, nurturer, moody, inked up, yogi, wanna-be cross-fitter, ice queen
What do we have in common? Well, many things obviously, but none more important than our mutual addictions to Diet Coke and our hideously foul mouths.
Brutal isn’t it? Oh well, you can’t please everyone. So we invite you to sit back, pull up a vodka, and enjoy what we have in store for you. Der You Miss It!
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