I’m pretty sure that one of the construction workers who’s been working on our balcony is trying to pitch woo with me. The tally of romantic presents left so far: an empty coffee cup, two cigarette butts, three empty bags of cement mix (or something..), and a large pile of rubble. He sings to me too, you guys - the most beautiful alternative rock you’ve ever heard!
I think I’m in love.
edit: I forgot about the long stick with the nail sticking out. This could be for real!
