Aw, what a nice boy.
I developed a migraine around 7pm today, leading to approximately five hours of pain, confusion, and suicidal thoughts. Chris, my squatter/the boyfriend of my high school pal Christine, poked around at my pressure points, got me a cold compress, and then ran out to buy aspirin for my whiny ass.
It was really sweet.
Hijacking your best friend’s boyfriend in times of need = next best thing to having your own … and you don’t even have to blow him! (In fact, that would make for some major awkwardness.)
