Some times living with another girl is like living alone, in the best way possible. Actual conversations in my house tonight:

Me: damn it, apparently my body has decided that your body overrides hormonal cycles.
K; yeah?
me: yeah, now I’m bleeding too

and later,as K is going to the store:

K: do you need anything else?
me: no, I should be good.
K: Nothing salty or sweet?
me: Well, yeah
K: Like nutter butters or ice cream?
me: um
K: you want ice cream (it wasn’t a question)
me: yes
K: Why do I even ask?
me: I don’t know

later, after she’s brought me ice cream and ice cream bars because she knows what kind of crap I eat AND she made me spaghetti

me: you take such good care of me
K: *just loves me, it’s obvious with her very existence*

To sum up, 4 Aleve fix cramps much better than 1 (thanks, K!), I had spaghetti and now there’s ice cream to be eaten and a crap-ass Brian Bosworth movie on TV. Though he doesn’t have The Hair in it, but that’s okay.

Life, she is pretty good to me. Except the part with girl pain and all that makes me want to attempt performing an self hysterectomy. I understand why whole religions decided this was curse.