i need a life thats more than peering over fences!

ok, so whilst sitting at my computer on one fabulous early febuary morning (yawn) and as the sun began to shine through the living room window onto my laptop screen, i noticed a rather peculiar shadow flitter across the floor. turning around i noticed the back of a feathery blonde head of hair that i knew belonged to my very nosy neighbour. being in her late 60s, she spent most of her day walking up and down the road outside my home in the hope to catch a glimpse of what lay inside (aka me). the rumour around was that i was a sick satan worshipper who drank the blood of sheep. not only am i vegetarian and would never harm a sheep too drink the blood, i dont worship satan, just occasionally get his shopping (*laughs*).
so, after my neighbor had the balls to come out from behind the comfort of her living room drapes to spy on me in my own home, i decided to get my revenge and possibly try to prove her theory of my satanic life.

it was a wednesday i think and it was sunny outside. it was about 9.30 or so and i purposely disbanded my usual 11.30 lie-in to catch my neighbor as she did her early morning gardening. so, decked out in my oddest clothing (consisting of my bbk hoodie, the one with cat ears, my green day tshirt and my hell bunny bondage jeans) i walked outside and around the corner to the fence that seperated my house and hers. i stood infront of my side of the fence and peered over, trying not yet too be seen. i seen her their in her floppy garden hat and bright red gloves. it was like something out of a tv show, but i held back the laugh. i didnt wanna give the woman a heart attack or anything, just give her a taste of her own medicine. i watched as she dug little holes in the ground for her plants, and dropped in her little seeds and then without warning the poor old lady turned around and saw the bright pink cat ears and my blaring eye liner eyes and screamed. she dropped the trowel and the tiny spade and ran for hell and high water back to the safety of her two storey house. about five minutes later i could see the living room drapes slide back and one tiny blue eye peer out. i couldnt resist the temptation to cackle menacingly, but i held it back.
now, three weeks later and its still fresh in my mind, the only time i see my neighbour is when her floppy gardening hat peeks out over the fence. but now i feel a great urge to be just like her, and strain my neck every 5 minutes to see what my neighbours are doing. but i fight it, i just turn up the music and eat enother cookie!!