Came back from work. Notice my computer mouse was missing. Got another one, but it NEVER SHOULD'VE HAPPEND IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE!

I checked, no one's been on my computer...but the thing is, still angry. This space that I sit in, where I work, it is one of the intruments of happiness for me, outside of familial and freindly bonds. Touching it is not only a clear lack of respect! As I was getting ready to do this vent peace  Justathereptile compared me to that of a dragon that had something stolen, in this case it was something I EARNED on my own merits which we both made clear. I guess the best case is a dragon that builds? that creates? some fucker touched one of my tools, and no one should ever fuck with an artist's tools.

I asked my sister about all of it, she said she hasn't seen anyone go back here in my room, and we're both in agreement they shouldn't fucking be back there! I hope we figure out who the fuck went back here, so I can give them a peace of my mind....
One of my tools for creation was taken, and the lack of respect they had enough to do just piles on it! this week just keeps getting fucking better and better...