Not home anymore
I had a lovely evening last night. I went to Richards flat with everyone and he cooked pasta for us and we did laughing gas, tee hee.
It was the first time that I've been there for ages. I was fine, it didn't really upset me or anything, it was just weird - that place was like a second home to me for nearly a year and now it's nothing. Still some of my things there though - the bathroom still has all my showerstuff, and there were a few Cd's and stuff. Still can't really bring my self to move it. Now it's full of Jo's stuff too, it's odd. Not really sad about it, which suprised me, but still very strange.
I gave him back his parents keys last week too, I have spent so much of my life in that house, lived there for months on end, come and go as if it was my own house. Just strange that everything has changed so much.
Aside from contemplating life's great waves, everything is good.
Still very very happy with Josh. He is a total star, and I still get tingly when I think about him. Everything about him turn me on. He has the sexiest back of anyone I've ever seen, his tatoos are uber cool and I love his tummy! I can't stop thinking about him, I just want to be with him all the time. Being in his arms is the best thing in the world.
Lotty is so in love.
