My head hurts

I'm trying to think of a clever way to start this post but i can't. Could be because of my hangover and the fact that i was up till 1am eating crisps to soak up the alcohol. J was drinking something bizarre brought back from someones holiday from a tealight holder. This gives some indication of the size of our hangover.

Before i got too drunk to make any sense i had been trying to explain to J what i like so much about blogging (yes,we've been communicating much better and it's good, really good).
This is how i put it.

Everything is back to front. Where else do you know a persons secret thought, a private emotion before anything else? There is no 'hello how do you do? What line of work are you in then?'
There are few barriers to getting straight to the heart of the matter. You don't have to weigh up whether or not someone might be on your wavelength. BAM, you just put it out there. And i love that.

Something else that i keep thinking about is how i don't know what you look like nor you me. I've got some ideas from photos or incidental descriptions but a lot of it is made up in my head. I know some of you meet but it wasn't looks that attracted you to each other in the first place, it was words. And god that gets me going.

I hadn't realised quite how much i use the way i look to express myself. Not just clothes, hair, make-up but body language. I'm not crazy about all these 'mwah mwah' types but i do like to hold my friends arm when she is sad or take someones hand in mine to show i understand. I'm really trying hard to show my feelings with words.

You all know that already so sorry for writing about the lovely secret you have shared together for however long you've been part of this. I'm just happy to be here that's all.