Freak made it my problem

Yesterday my next door neighbour stood naked in front of my door and screamed fuck me fuck me fuck me at me. I screamed a little, slammed the door in his face and stood their terrified and trembling.
I felt really save in my house. I really did. But now it appears I live next to a freak.
My other neighbour knows him a little bit better then I do and he appears to have a lot of problems. So I feel for him. It ain't easy.
I am really worrying whether I should get a police record of this. I want to, because I feel offended and I am scared. I do not want him to turn into a stalker.
But for some reason I feel a little bit akward sending the police to him.
On the other hand I do not know if he is still alive, cause I do not hear a sound and I started feeding his cat.
I do not like this freakshow. My own freakshow has been enough for ages now, so I do not need another one.

Someone stripped the world

Today felt like the world was stripped from her usual things.
I went to a friend because he had finally agreed to let me cook with him.
We went to the fish market and normally on a Saturday it is full and crowded and loud.
Today it was almost silent. It was just beautiful.
The sky was not a normal color, but some orange creamy color. I think now I can say it was a creme brulee color.
(which I had made for dinner... No I am not an expert in deserts although the cook did seem to think so, because all he sees me eat are sweet chocolate thingies.)
(But may I add to this it turned out to be a great creme brulee, at least in my world :))
The meal itself was great. I wanted to help but I am definitely no expert on Japanese food cutting thingies.
The funny thing was the entire meal tasted like the fish market earlier that day. Pure, silent and known but somehow completely different. Stripped for all the things I normally taste. But somehow the stripped version of the experience is better that the original experience.

It is just tranquil, simple and perfect.

Cooking

Yesterday I was cooking for my family. It was great fun.
I always like the part when they take the first bite and all you get are hmmm.... that's good.
I am just not really good at the display section.
I just throw everybody's part on their dishes and serve them.
Thank god these people are my family and they do not care at all.
Or at least they didn't mention it.
And I think I should have known better then sending my boyfriend out for something non alcoholical to drink for them.