Diaries of the Man Upstairs

December 23

Short entry today. Cat's on her way to stay the week. Perhaps I can attempt finish just one.

There's something about the snow outside that won't stop coming. Something about the peppermint running through me and the empty boxes under a fake, plastic tree. There's all a feeling that comes along with the holidays. Peaceful and excitement. But there's something else along with it this time. I can't pinpoint it.

I went to see the new guy upstairs yesterday to bring him a welcome gift. He seems so lonesome in the other half of the townhouse all by himself. I can hear his music playing. Id say curse the thin walls... but I find his music taste quite astonishing for what he looks like.

When I knocked on the mans door, I heard a big crash. He seemed out of breath when he answered the door... I remember his long brown hair swooshed perfectly around his eyes and the way he smiles when he answered it... wow. He sure was something... oops, knock at the door. Cat's here.

She said she wanted me to meet a friend. Hopes high that

6:50pm