baby,when are you coming home?

I miss you.

The irony of such times.. I want to hear you play D3... watch you play D3 and at the same time watch/hear football on the tee vee... and my mp3 on, playing in the background.

This quietness is killing me softly.

Hurry home baby.

But I don't think you are that anxious to come home, yet.

I hate GOLF now.

:p

Till then.

It's my chemistry textbook and me.

xoxo
Steph