# wow i love living here so much sometimes i can't breath this morning nosy holes staying in the air bnb below were listening in to me arguing with my better half about hoover bag specifications and providing a running commentary about how loud we are not that we were too loud just that you should keep you window / mouth shut and mind your damn business - i'm sorry you casual tourist wasters don't have a life and can only laugh at rando no life loosers moaning about ordering hoover bags i'm so sorry for accidentally living and my paltry existence interrupting your otherwise utterly blissful poreless and unceasingly bland permanent brain vacation in white world(tm) tell you want why don't you travel off back to whatever equally dehydrated safe and brain dead town spawned you and stop being so irrationally angered at / triggered by real people who actually live in those places and locations you somehow demand should feel privileged for the chance to bear the ultimate heavy weight of your flighty money-flinging pigeon brained existence again again again money is what i think i need (for a place of our own instead of renting to parasites) when in fact it's artistic community and solidarity i more actually need **// later on** some young tall guy just came to the door with the shopping delivery. i tell you this was a straight up psychopathic sleezeball chancer. soon as i laid eyes upon ir my spidey sense started tingling. so my partner starts unloading the shopping and ey immediately starts asking them about ir weekend - what they're going get up to anything good; 'the usual spiel' except my stomach started to churn and i knew this guy was dangerous outwardly ir sthick was meant to be innocent; anyone else looking on would think ir banter perfectly innocent perfectly friendly; all ir's doing is happily chatting to the customers ey delivers to. passing the time. right? right? why then am i immediately starting to seethe in the background? well it's because the guy is deliberately and systematically failing to acknowledge me in the slightest. like i don't exist. i'm standing directly behind my partner as they hand me some of the larger items to take into the kitchen yet ey never says "hey guys" or whatever. ir's only focus is on my partner and ey doesn't make eye contact with me once. not once. how utterly bizarre ok maybe ey didn't acknowledge me simply because i look like a broad chested cockney nutter; just like my uncle. the sort of guy with the sort of super tough working class face that if you accidentally elbowed ir pint into ir lap one night in bethnal green you wouldn't just say sorry you'd shout out "free drinks for everyone for the rest of the night!" just to be sure ey wouldn't pull your arms off and beat you with them. (one of the nicest men i've ever met) i just stared right through ir pointy head the whole time but that didn't seem to bother ir at all (hint; that's because ir's coming across as a total psycho and has zero empathy - whereas my empathy skills are often off the charts) so why deliberately blank me out of this 'polite conversation' like i'm just not there? unless of course that's the entire point; that what ir's really doing is waving ir manly alpha duck in front of both our faces - simultaneously 'trying it on' with my partner - ie being a total woman hating creep - and also knowing i'll just stand there not saying anything because ey understands the default accepted social reading of ir actions is 'just being friendly'. ir's just the innocent delivery boy right? just doing ir little job right? i wouldn't trust you with a ham sandwich; i wouldn't trust you with the time of day. everything about your no-doubt well practices sthick borderline screams 'mothering creepazoid'; ir whole aura was seriously off and ey should stay the flock away from me. from now on i'm buying all my shopping direct from a supermarket it's far cheaper anyway and as for somehow remotely imagining i won't do something horrible to someone like you - that i'll just stand there like a fifth wheel made of potato while you give my loved ones the whole up-and-down with your dead psycho eyeballs secretly tasting the air around them with your smooth lizard tongue - let's just say keep dreaming whiteboy. if i see you again on the street i'll shaolin angela lansbury no-shadow kick your greasy rotting sack into the next time zone (w/ the exact same casual manner you think you can talk to women) yeesh *shivers* // republic of bob