|
Spread & eat
be it legs, butter or jam.Good spreads
the old and the pastGood eats
ctrl+alt+deldark legacy comics gunnerkrigg court pbf rehabilitating mr. wiggles rob & elliot savage chickens the scout report toothpaste for dinner white ninja wulffmorgenthaler xkcd dlisted failblog geekologie go fug yourself passive-aggressive notes the superficial overheard in the office Arkheia
December 2008January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 August 2009 September 2009 June 2010 |
Tuesday, January 27, 2009 @ 8:44 PM
[ Don't touch my stuff ] I don't really like it when people touch my things without permission. You don't go into people's rooms and assume that you can use the stuff there without asking for permission first. It's just rude, really. You could be friends with somebody for 50 years and unless the person has given you explicit permission to use their stuff, "Feel free to use my hairbrush for as long as you live", you simply don't saunter into a room and use their stuff without permission first. I'm pretty germophobic too, and I personally find it fucking gross when people touch their feet, or happily put their hands on grimy tables at the kopitiam, or pick their noses in public and then wipe it on the mrt train wall. So I really don't like it if someone who's been out the entire day or been god-knows-where, sitting at kopitiams or on roadside curbs, comes over and sits on my bed. Or anyone else's bed, for that matter. That in my head is just horrendously gross. It's not too much to ask for, is it? |