Monday, September 03, 2007

"Nothing says 'I'm sorry' like fatty meats." - Frasier

I only have one request:

PLEASE DON'T TOUCH MY THINGS.

I don't have many things that are completely mine. And the fastest way to make me feel completely violated is to touch my things. I absolutely hate when people go through my things; but even worse is when it goes on when I'm not around.

Today was a holiday, which means I worked even more hours than usual. It also means my roommate had the day off and had way too much free time on her hands. So I came home to find out all of my scrapbook stuff is rearranged and all of my DVDs are reorganized and everything in the living room is different and it is the most annoying thing ever.

I have a very (very very) difficult time faking appreciation when I feel the opposite. I can't pretend to thank someone for something that ticks me off, even if I should be grateful blah blah blah.

Yeah, sure, you vacuumed, blah blah blah. However, it is completely negated by the TOUCHING ALL MY THINGS!!!

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