I Love Children. No, Really.
It's been a long while since I've posted, but I haven't given up on you yet LiveJournal.
Today's post comes courtesy of nosy neighbourlyness, or general thinking of thinks that oughtn't be thunk. We have a weasley little neighbourman - possibly the landlord of the building next to us - who always parks his hulking vehicle (what I like to call species: Murder Van) right outside our bedroom window. I've seen him around over the past year, and he's slightly irksome in demeanor and kinda rude with his sitting in the car - engine idling - staring into space in the wee hours. I'm judgmental and mean, so I pull a lemonface when I see him. Anyways.
Once I noticed him walking into his apartment with a young teenaged girl, and thought, "grandkid or something", because she was young and cute and hip-looking, and he's a weasley little neighbourman, somewhat middle-aged. Several times over the past year I've seen him going into his apartment with different girls, here and there, all young cute and giggly and wtf. Then last week, he parked his murder van outside our window once more, and I woke up to this;
So I get it, he's the friendly local pedo. I thought he'd be horrified by this defiant act of graffiti upon his beloved jalopy, but it's still there as I type. And amazingly, last night he pulls up in said van, stalks into his apartment, followed by two yet again very young, different-from-the-others, girls. Carrying food. This is the interesting part, folks. The girls are always carrying take-out as they follow him into his apartment.
So...is he a vampire, or wot?
P.S. I didn't write that on the van.
xxx