I want the creepy little old man who lives in the apartment beneath mine to STOP ... stop telling me how he knows when I go to bed, when I get up in the morning, what I'm doing ... how he hears my every movement, how he knows when he could rob my apartment because he knows when I'm home and when I'm not ... how he (giggle) knows what time I get up and when I'm in the shower ...
*shudder*
He's so frail I could deck him with my bad arm. I'm not afraid of him. But I want him to stop creepering!!
