so i went to go do some laundry only to discover all the washers were taken. so then, i had the genius idea to go to the grocery store instead. but i am sitting here trapped inside my apartment because creepyboy is like cleaning out his dad’s car or something. he’s been out there for like 20 minutes. now, i know i’m being silly– but i am so fantastically crabby that the thought of having to make small talk with him while i scrape ice off ruby (who is parked right next to the car he’s cleaning out) makes me want to kill kittens.