I casually glance out my bedroom window just in time to see a man in an Angry Birds costume walking across the parking lot to take out his trash. When he finished the chore he reentered MY building.

I have no idea who he was.

(and when I say “my laptop” I mean my boyfriend’s laptop that I use more than he does)

One folder says “PORN” and is full of pictures of Rick Astley.

The other says “Mandi’s Porn” and is full of pictures like this:

Didn’t say a word about it. Just dialed, answered and walked off to have a new conversation while I was basically mid-sentence. Luckily, our friend was still listening so I told him the story instead.

That was worse than the time he fell asleep mid-conversation.