I was just awakened by having a bleachblonde surfer boy climbing on to my balcony...That's new. I felt like yelling "THIS ISN'T SHAKESPEARE, GET THEE TO VERONA!" or uhm...the 15th century. But no, he was here to clean the windows and NOT to woo yours truly. The ONE time someone climbs on to the balcony like in the movies and he's all "Dude! I'm on ur balcony cleanin' ur windowz!" And I'm like "Uh huh..."

That makes me a sad panda. Now where's my coffeedrink!