He has booked a flight and is going to Thailand to see Rachel soon. I am excited for him and am supporting him in everything... except (as is customary) in one thing. Euan has developed a new nervous twitch; as if he didn't have a hard enough time with that weird eye of his. This nervous twitch is almost tourettes like. Whenever you mention Thailand, stray dogs or anything foreign, Euan spits on the carpet. My living room has turned into a paradise for bacteria, a weird fertile womb for the amoeba in Euan's life, so to speak. It's disgusting and it's got to stop. I say we start a facebook campaign against him.
Also, STV... "It's never too late"? What the hell.
On the day that I burn my own face (I know), Euan is looking better than ever. His hair is sitting beautifully; his nose is looking better again and his sperm count is up (I would imagine (it's been so long, his testicals must be buzzing with virility)).
Euan did a really cute thing today. He searched for games online that he thought I'd like. Then he searched for another hour to find the cheapest games available and emailed me all of the links. It makes me really happy to know that he loves me like this. Then again, I'll definitely be locking my bedroom door at nights.
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