I bet the guy got the wrong addy, but it doesn't make you feel any better.
Very creepy, and definitely made me jumpy for a long time, even after I finally got back to sleep. Note, the cops never knocked or called, so I have no idea if they even came by.
However, when I left my house this morning to go get coffee...there was puke all down my front door. So, I'm betting on "drunk and thought this was his/his girlfriend's house" UGH.
Oh, wow, they're playing The Waterboys' "The Whole of the Moon". Man, I loved that song.
oh that is so fucking gross.
Eewww, meara. That's awful, and gross.
Oh, meara, how awful! And that's annoying that the police never got back to you after they said they would.
Or perhaps as: excuse me, ELDER God?
No good can come of dating Yad-Thaddag.
However, when I left my house this morning to go get coffee...there was puke all down my front door.
That's just adding insult to injury. Bleargh.
I love the census map. My census tract is almost equally black and white, but much less hispanic than I would've guessed. (On the other hand, my immediate neighborhood -- i.e. the few blocks in each direction that my gut feeling calls "right here" -- is a much closer balance, so at least my gut feeling isn't totes crazy.)
meara- ewwww.
I was shocked to find out that the part of the city I thought was predominantly black was about 50/50 black and hispanic, and a neighborhood that I thought of as a very even mix (it is the neighborhood near the school where I want to buy a house) was about 90% black/10% white.