creepy or kind?
as far as neighbor tales go, let's face it, I'm riddled with em'. today, I got a note on my door from my neighbor that said, if you and louie need help moving some stuff downstairs, feel free to knock. menschy, right? really nice, thoughtful and kind. so, why did I get the creeps? how snatchy of me. here is a human being expressing kindness and goodwill towards womankind. what the fuck is wrong with me that I could even think for a second, ok, creepy, thanks, but no thanks. then I realized why I thought that. yes. he's very nice to my dog whenever we run into him in the hallway. yes, we've exchanged pleasantries. you know how you do. no, we've never had a discussion. how did he know I was moving? is he a tenant tracker? a chubby chaser? does he sniff fat chick panties? is he trying to fuck my dog? steal my dog? is he paying a fat girl karmic debt? is he trying to boost my credit card for itunes? what is the deal? why the sudden interest in helping sowlicious mov...