Lately we seem to have reached a level of comfortability where all we seemed to talk about was bodily functions. It was gross to say the least and I began to stop fancying him and he me probably...and we just kinda lost each other some how.

So I reached my wits end on Sunday night and I told him, quite honestly, that I was grossed out by his "blokeness" (I would expand on that, but I'll spare us both) and a few other private things, and that I thought that if these things werent fixed then we would be in serious trouble.

And he fixed them.....like overnight.

I was completely surprised by that, I thought I knew everything there was to know, but when it counts he pulls it out of the bag.

So now we're back to the big hurdle being The Trip.

There are SWAT teams at Heathrow, thats a bit of a worry. Things are gonna get worse before they get better and I hate our fucking world leaders for that.

Hear that fuckers, I HATE YOU

Y'know, for all the world leaders that drop by to read this from time to time.