Nobody Knows It But Me.

I change shapes just to hide in this place.

I read one of my new favourite quotes the other day, goes something like "Suchiehall Street can't contain us, we'll drink 'til we're famous" - Andrew Bradley, is that not just fantastic?

I'll tell you what else is fantastic, hugs. Loving hugs right now. And holding hands, just touching. Sharing and talking and telling stories and getting to know you.

There's nothing I look forward to more these days. If I'm not texting you I'm reading a text from you or thinking of a reply. If I'm not on the phone we're on msn or I'm up at the flat. When I'm not there I'm usually travelling to or from yours. Maybe it's just because It's been a while but it seems like a big deal to me.

I love it when I arrive in peoples lives, unannounced, and grab their attention.

This might be the kick I need for this writers block.