I'm a little bit lonesome.

Home alone, feeling terrible and wishing I had some one to cuddle and sing "Guy Love" with. But, with the lack of company, I've settled with reacquainting my self with my favourite lonely hearts and their alter-egos. Oh, how I love Hotch and Reid, as well as Tom Gibson and Mathew Grey Gubler. I mean, I love all of them, but those two particularly. 

I love the way Tom Gibson says my name. I also love the way MGG says my name. Fuck it. I love the way all of them say my name, even though I hate my name at all other times. 

Whoa, my cough has gotten really painful. Like, whoa. Or, more appropriately, like, woe. I feel like I should be coughing up blood soon... or chunks of flesh.  

Wishing you easy sleep, peanut butter sandwiches shaped like hearts and sweet dreams of the MGG. 

Yours,

Little Blue