don't touch my frickin underwear

so I left a load of laundry in a dryer in Ruby when I went to dinner. by the time I got back someone had moved my clothes to the top of the dryer so they could use it. all I want to say is

DON'T FUCKING TOUCH MY SHIT


...
thank you
...


but, I mean, I can't really blame them. they needed to use a machine and I had left my stuff there

le sigh


still. it just makes me feel... violated. (and not at all in a good way.)


in other news, I am headed home in about seven hours. wheeeeee! glad to be done for a little bit. not long, tho. summer course. Intro to Western Art for like four to five weeks then back home again.



I FRICKIN HEART LARKIN



saw the currently mostly pink-haired princess tonight. yay. as I said, I heart her.



and, at last, a closing in honor of Alex:
ALL HAIL THE CORN-MAN!!!
....and then whip him and set him afire