What a freaking random life I live

Stranger to Stranger:
I just got an email from a guy I don’t know, who got my email address from another person I don’t know asking me if we went to school in Okinawa Japan together. We didn’t, he left prior to my arriving, but how odd is that? It was my hotmail address too. I don't often give that email address out to folks I don't know. That's why I have the yahoo address. For strangers...

I probably do know the girl who gave the guy my email address. I have a really bad habit of forgetting people’s names when I don’t see them for long periods of time. I blame the constant moving around as a child.

My secure building, not feeling so secure right now:
Someone tried to break into my apartment Saturday morning. At first I thought someone was coming home drunk, got off on the wrong floor and thought my apartment was their’s. This has happen before, hell I've even gotten off on the wrong floor once (and I wasn’t even drunk), the floors look just enough alike to fool you. Anyway, this person succeeded in unlocking my doorknob lock and then couldn’t get my deadbolt open. I honestly though nothing off it, however, last night I ran into one of my neighbors on my floor and they said that someone tried to break into their apartment too and messed up their lock enough that it had to be replaced. Needless to say this sort of wigged me out.

Car karma strikes again:
Someone pulled a hit and run on my bumper. I was throwing some stuff in my truck this morning and noticed that someone hit my car and left a really great paint smear on my bumper. It must have just happen within the last week or so as it wasn’t there last Wednesday. It also looks like someone keyed my driver’s side door. What is it about my car that makes people hate it so much? OR maybe people just hate me…