So, i try not to be too judgmental in my voyeuristic exploits; after all, it isn’t really my place to have an opinion about what my neighbor does in his own bedroom — seeing as it’s not my place to be staring at him to begin with. Honestly, i feel a little lax in my creepy-neighbor duties, since he’s taken to leaving his blinds open for me to easily stare into lately. Who knows; maybe he finally started being interested in what was happening in my room?
Anyhow, never was there a better reason to listen to obscure cds and stare out of my back window than procrastinating on doing my Public Relations final project, and so here i am wide-eyed and dumbfounded, blasting Save Ferris and wondering why my neighbor decided to open all of his windows and put fans in them on one of the coldest nights so far this year. I mean, if it smells in there or something, he could leave the room while he aerated it.
But, anyway, no judgments … god knows i don’t want to know what he thinks about what goes on in here.
[…] Um, guys? I implicitly trust your opinion when it comes to links of the day, and this seems really fascinating, … … but i can’t figure out quite what the fuck it’s about. Any ideas? And, while i’m in a link frenzy…) I can’t decide if milk came out of my nose after reading this excursion in creative parenting because it a) Reminds me of the sortof wacky reasoning my mother might have employed b) Seems like something Melly would say four years from now c) Sounds like it could be the cousin of something found on Henry’s Diary d) Makes me miss the wonder of being four, and look forward to seeing it through a different set of eyes eventually. Actually, all four. Although, i definitely imagined the phrase “Millennium Falcon” spoken by my mother at some point in the middle of the entry, which was definitely creepy. Link stolen from the newly over-the-hill JillMatrix, who’s hotter at 40 than Sheryl Crow is. And, she easily rocks just as much. Oh, and, hey, i know why he has his windows open! Right now he has a ton of friends over and they’re all smoking dope and re-graffiti-ing his room. So, i suppose that mystery has been solved… excuse me while i rock on with my bad self for spying them in the act! […]