The Boy

Very much missing the Boy.

Hmm.

I have a steady one now. He's quite cute. And handsome. And if he reads this his head will explode...silly boys and their egos. He's one of those ones that doesn't quite realise his own worth. Which is fine, I think he's amazing, which is really all that matters. And I'm fairly certain there's a large amount of other people in his life that think he's amazing too. (I'm rather certain this'll make you blush. I hope so. It'd be unbearably sweet) He also appears to have excellent taste in music, film and books. Which always bodes well. He converses quite well. And I'm growing tired of calling him 'He', so for lack of anything better and respecting his right to privacy, I will continue to refer to him as 'The Boy.'

Anyway, The Boy is away on business. Which leaves me restlessly prowling the house during the evenings, trying to be domestic and failing miserably. I have things to do, but I'm either sinfully lazy or sinfully something else. That or I end up scouring the internet for interesting and unusual porn. Eeek.