In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello, my dearest wives. You are my love and my life, and I love you with all my heart. I was searching for Julia at Victoria's Secret for my TV station yesterday, so I was trawling through videos looking and looking for my Julia. Now you know I don't hunt for Julia anymore on the Internet because I don't want to come across any bad news and/or lies: at least I have my bubble of fantasy to help sustain my optimism, but I thought Victoria's Secret would be an OK source for me to see my Julia again. I found lots of Erin, but no Julia. You're so secretive, Julia. I bet I'm more secretive than you, though. I'm sorry I couldn't wait around to drool over you Erin, because my Internet time was short, and I had to find as much of Julia at Victoria's Secret as quickly as possible. I didn't, so it looks like Shadowplay TV is going to be heavy on Erin over Julia. Please forgive me Julia my dearest heart. I thank you for your love and patience with me. But I suppose Erin is the queen of Victoria's Secret, while Julia is the quenn of everything else. That's a rather nice arrangement. You are my Queens. You are not just you anymore, you are me. You are MINE, MINE.
On the menu for dinner tonight is sushi. The fish is torpedo scad, with eggs and chives. My Dad got me an extra large scad, so I hollowed it out, and will grill the rest tomorrow inshaAllah. I think I'll stuff it with squid meatballs. Yeah, I bought a kilo of baby squid at the night market Monday, so I blended it up with onions, after removing the spines and ink sacs. Baby squid is tedious. But anyway, I made 24 man-sized sushi rolls. I ate 18 of them so I'm stuffed, so you both can have the last 6. Oh, you want more? I thought you were models. OK OK, I'll make you more. Because I love you, I love you. But tomorrow it's extra laps on the treadmill.
