we have a real creepyface on our hands.

oh, hey.

so guess what?! i'm drinking coffee but i spilled it all over my hand and it was scalding hot so i guess that serves me right or something.

in other news: let's talk about my creepy neighbor.

peter.

he lives with his girlfriend ellen. she is asian. he is in his mid 40s i would say. and he's always out at weird hours. when i first moved in, he used to say hi all the time, but was kind of a dick and would like quiz me on his name. which i clearly never remembered, but once during the quiz i guessed paul, and i was wrong, but i laughed and said it was close.

anyway, so once he saw me carrying carrots and dressed weird leaving the building and we got to talking about horses and he said his girlfriend would love to come out there with me one day but i would have to tell her about it myself because she doesn't like when he talks to the women in the building because she gets jealous and thinks he's flirting.

meanwhile, she literally stares at me when i say hi when i pass her in the hall.

so then one night at like 11:30pm he knocks on my door really loud, and it turns out i had a package outside my door but i hadn't been using that door (i sometimes use my patio door to leave) so i hadn't seen it. i wouldn't open my door that late but he pointed down when i looked through the peephole and after he went into his apt i saw that was why he was knocking.

the other morning i heard him talking in the hallway when i was trying to go to work and i am always late, so i deliberately went out my patio door so i wouldn't have another encounter. i happened to notice he was talking to the other twenty-something woman in the building.

phew ok so yesterday he knocks on my door at 7:30am, which is really a weird time to knock on someone's door. so i answer and he takes out of his bag Details magazine (which is a magazine for dudes by the way) and says the mailman has been delivering my mail to his apt. so as he's taking it out, we see he has one too, and he's like OH! we get the same magazine! and i was like yeah that's weird i don't actually get this magazine, and then i notice my last name is spelled horribly wrong and it was addressed to HIS apartment. that literally makes no sense. so immediately i get the feeling that he ordered the magazine to his address with my name on it specifically so he could have this interaction. which totally creeps me out. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT. he also asked how the horses were doing and i said ok and he asked when he could come out to see them and trying to be vague i said whenever and he was like WHEN and i was like i don't know whenever, and closed my door. what a creepyface.

so along with the magazine i got an invoice charging me for the magazine, so i wrote an email telling them i didn't order it and to please cancel the subscription, and i explained how it wasn't my name or my apartment.

this was the response from the magazine:

Dear Subscriber:

As you requested, your credit order has been cancelled. Please disregard any further billing you may receive.

Please accept any issues you have received with our compliments.

Someone had taken an insert card out of the magazine and filled out your name and address and sent it to us.