Soooo. I basically have the best friends ever. First there’s Mom/Ass Kicker letting me use her house as an Amazon package post office and supplying me with animal crackers and macaroni. Then there’s B who has bought me so much stuff for my “apartment”, down to deodorant and conditioner. And then we have Vegas Friend. Who comes to help me all the time with literally everything.
He offered me his truck to help move my stuff.
He supplies me with pepper spray.
Buys my favorite pop tarts and always ensures there’s coffee creamer at his house for me. Ps- he doesn’t drink coffee.
I mention a good wine once and he tries to buy 6 of them- he doesn’t drink alcohol either.
He’s always there for late night “what am I doing with my life” phone calls.
He listens to work drama.
He reads all my blogs and always checks to see how the Vegas Friend ones preform. He likes to think Adultish is growing because of him. Lol. Which is notably true according to my stats.
And then he does some crazy shit like spend his last few hours before having to go to bed to work 12 hours straight to put my bed frame up.
Oh wait- forgot something.
He let’s me crash at his house and vomit when I leave work from a migraine.