We are the sleepyheads

I'm back to that familiar first day, in an empty apartment with pangs of loneliness. Why is it that Emma is always the second to come home.

I had an amazing time with you this holiday Scott. It didn't matter you were in Mexico for a week of it, the time we spent was quality. And I guess they say quality is better than quantity. You're just so cute, I keep flashing back to those smiling blue eyes hiding behind the sheets in your bed. That's really the best you know, just laying in bed with you.

Well here's to 2008, the year that is supposed to rejuvinate me.

And those people that live below me are rude and were not very happy to see me come in this morning. Maybe common sense doesn't come easy to them, you know, not having all your doors open if oyu don't want to be exposed?? Anyways I better go shower. Come home please Emma.