NYC, you better be taking care of my boo.
- me: ugh i wish i was able to take tomorrow off and make you foods
- J: It's OK. I'll just dream of Christine foods.
- J: If I die of neglect, you'll know who to blame.
- me: i swear to god. if you die of neglect, i will avenge your death.
- J: THANK YOU
- me: i'll get super buff and be able to do like ten chin ups and like kick him in the throat
- me: i'll do steroids for you, dude.
- me: i'll practice the ancient art of jump kicking
- J: Aww.
