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[eye_of_a_cat]

Landlords now rearranging furniture. My desk is being moved to somewhere it won't get all that nice natural light, and my bookshelves are being taken down and emptied so they can also be moved elsewhere. I got told about this while on my way out of the door this morning. By tonight, me and my mutilated geranium will be sitting in some dank corner muttering quietly to each other.

At what point can I stop being irrationally annoyed in a funny way, and move on to being genuinely pissed off?

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[eye-of-a-cat.livejournal.com]

this is an incredible invasion of your privacy

That's what really bugs me - this assumption that I won't object to anyone sorting through/moving all my personal stuff, because haha, look at the mess this place is in, silly child! You should be grateful! When I got back yesterday, my housemate's mother was making jokes about how I might find it difficult to find stuff for a few days "now everything's where it's supposed to be!", which, argh. a) it's my damn study and things are supposed to be where I say they're supposed to be, and b) I'm twenty-five, not eight. So, so annoying. At least they've gone now...