Grey is such a miserable colour. My bedroom has for some fucking unknown reason, ended up -grey-. Aaaargh. I got lost in Lyttelton, and Andrew was cross with me. I wish he'd understand. You'd think, after a year and a half, the guys would occasionally inititate something. I imagine him one day just arriving, just to surprise me. Or cancelling something with his friends, just to be with me. Or asking me to do something, without me having to basically beg. Christ, the only thing he seems to be forthcoming about is sex. I feel like making a little list of qualities that my perfect guy would have. But I won't. I love Andrew, and to me he is perfect - even though I know he is far from it. Even though I know that he takes me for granted, to me he is perfection. I wish he'd take me out to dinner or something.