Oh look, my cousin is ruining my life again

Today I discovered the Other Amy (my arch nemesis) used to operate under the email address I am using now. I've started getting emails from people asking how it is in Toronto and trying to track down old friends from the days when she was young and less capable of muscling me out of everything that is mine by right (example: a gym membership with the correct birth date and an ID photo that actually has my face in it, and a Google search that doesn't result in photos of a thong-clad stripper cuddling up to a one-eyed gunslinger. I liked her better as a red-head anyway). Just when I thought we'd put an end to this game. I should just give up and start impersonating her. We both seem to have a knack for attracting zombies, after all, so I'm already half way there.

Meanwhile, in the less glamorous life of the Antihero Amy...

The Triumph of Cyborg Amy

Ever have one of those days where you wake up and discover the gym you've been going to on a weekly basis for the past 3 years has replaced your ID photo with a picture of your second cousin? Really? Maybe we can form a support group of some sort.