Private: Bammie.
I'm horny. And you're not here.
I just thought I'd tell you that. I've whacked off three times already today. And I still have to get through this evening. Argh.
Okay, what else.
I have a job. At the airport. Yes. I thought that was ironic too. Maybe I can hide on a plane over to London?
Love you. Hope you're having a fun day and aren't causing too much grief. Good luck with your skating thing on Wednesday, if I don't speak to you before then.