I helped Bjoern move yesterday. We're taking everything out of his little studio, where he's lived for the past ten years, and moving it to an awesome little hilltop house in Los Feliz.
He cooked me lunch. Which was really cute because it was a total boy-cooked lunch. Pasta with sauce. I thought the effort was very sweet.
Also, a giant black spider crawled slowly down my arm while we were moving.
I couldn't do anything about it because I was in the middle of carrying a large cardboard box of very expensive stuff with Bjoern.
It was terrifying. It was horrible.
And the worst part is, I didn't want Bjoern to know I was scared of spiders.
So I closed my eyes, quickened my pace (nearly causing BJ to trip backwards over his feet), and screamed quietly into my soul.
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