I’ve got new neighbors. Stuff is appearing on the balcony: A white wicker bench. A poinsettia (?). A small outdoor table.
And that draws to a close the Era of Walking Around In My Underwear With the Blinds Open. It was over nearly as abruptly as it began.
Outside of my boyfriend’s crackhead neighbors, I do typically prance around naked in my apartment just out of pure fleshly spite. I would reccommend that as well. Nothing sez welcome home like seeing your neighbor’s dancing titties.
Poinsettia? When do the lights go up?