WARNING THE FOLLOWING IS A VERY SPEWY/VOMIT INDUCING LJ POST AND SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY PEOPLE WITH CASTE IRON (OR POSSIBLY TITANIUM) STOMACHS.

I saw her off at the airport yesterday. She’s off to Europe for six weeks. I’m already missing her, I miss her smile and her hugs and her kissing and her e-mails and her scooby doo impressions and her Cartman impression and her Ralph impression and all the Simpsons quotes and her muffins and her ANZAC cookies and the Up&Gos she especially buys for me and keeps in the fridge and her smile and her laugh and the way she groans when I say something idiotic and the way she groans and slaps her forehead when I repeat the same idiotic thing and the way she can deal with my parents even though they drive me insane and her gorgeous eyes or OIGEN and her wit and the way she flutters her eyelids when she’s being flirty and the fact that she puts up with my Doctor Who/SF/book obsession and everything else that I’m not gonna mention because my parents might be reading this.

Have the bestest fun Jules.

I’ll be here waiting for you.