We are creepy neighbors.

The other day Leslie's sister and I were sitting in the living room and, lucky for us, our wide blinds are positioned just right for one-way neighbor spying. We were ogling the tattooed neighbor boy as he tied his shoes on his front stoop and did other neighborish things. I knew that he was moving, and as I just looked out the front window to spy on him again I noticed that all of his things are gone from his apartment. This is a sad, sad day for me.