i need to have a word of prayer with my lovely, wonderful housemates about not dicking with other people's laundry. and i grew up in the South, where people pray with the belief that if you talk long, loud, earnestly and violently enough, She will come down and answer you.
i could just move. i probably should. but the current place is hella cheap for the area, and normally the housemates that aren't quite all on their rockers are tolerable... even entertaining, at times. they're just becoming less so.