Gotta love him
Chris rocks (he is on the left).
Every one, I am convinced, has a friend from high school or college, who well after matriculating, can somehow manage to maintain going out 5-6 nights a week, and will consistently call you to remind you of this, in a feeble attempt to make you feel like the grown up loser you are slowly realizing you are.
Chris started out as my ex-boyfriend's best friend. In a fun little twist of fate, he is now one of my best friends. Funny how that works. He is so awesome, but seriously, I don't know how he manages to hold down a full time job and still call me at 1:45 am CST (2:45 am his time) to let me know that he is on his way home, trying to get some girls to come over, wishes I was out with him to make a mess, is going to stop at Dairy Mart for a wheel of cheese, and can't see out of one of his eyes (and all of these declarations came as he apparently passed a cop).
Chris, I don't know how you do it, but cheers to you. You made the blog.
posted by KA @ 7:48 AM
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