HOLY SHIT. My neighbor just knocked on my door. Like, actual physical KNOCKING. I was in the middle of coding, hair a greasy disaster, wearing a stained t-shirt with no bra, and my apartment smells like stale ramen and existential dread. I almost passed out. I opened the door a crack and he's standing there looking like a goddamn magazine model and says his wifi is down, can he use mine? I just stared at him, mouth open, made some weird squeaking noise, and mumbled 'uhhh yeah sure' while my brain short-circuited. I could feel my fucking pussy throbbing just from him standing three feet away. He came inside and I was literally shaking, trying to navigate to the browser without having 17 tabs of monster girl porn open. I swear to god I almost died. He was here for like 2 minutes but it felt like an eternity of me being a twitching, sweating mess. Now I'm just sitting here replaying it in my head like a dumbass, contemplating deleting my entire existence. I need a cigarette and I don't even smoke.