On the Responsibility of Other People's Feelings.

Don't think for a moment my life got boring because I've actually got a boyfriend now. In fact, it's far, far from it. We clocked up a relatively impressive list of public indecencies, copious amounts of empty wine bottles and an absurd collection of psuedo artistic erotic photographs. I just realized yesterday how diffuclt it is to understand people and to really accept them for what they are.