One thing that gets me angry is if someone touches my stuff without permission. It doesn't matter if it's just 'nothing' because there is 'nothing' in my stuff, ever! I'm the sort of person who buys things for a reason and attaches so much meaning to stuff. It may just be a piece of cloth or a keychain or a stuffed toy, all of it has significant reasons why it's there in my life. So for somebody to just get it without my permission I feel violated and disrespected. I feel that you are not using your brain and I really feel not tolerant with people who do that. I'm usually very patient with people and their quirks but when my space gets violated and I 'lose' things or my stuff not being in order the way I placed it, I can be very angry.
All you have to do is ask permission and I will let you borrow my stuff. It's the same thing with not returning my stuff. Same degree of violation that I feel. My real friends know not to cross that line or else...
Anyway, the reason for this rant is Loven's staff which I will lovingly call KH. I'm tempted to name him Mr. Assuming but I won't. Now why the boon of my contention, you may ask? Let's just say he assumes too much. He assumed it's ok for him to use my print in his bloody friggin shirt! He assumed that it's ok to print the names and numbers of his bloody friggin football team using our silkscreen, paint, computer, paper and all. When confronted by Loven he assumed that he already mentioned it and asked permission already. He even moved my clothes rack and set-up to make way for his bloody friggin printing job. He also used my bloody friggin Martin Margiela book as weight for his bloddy friggin printing project! Now if it doesn't get you to transform into a nasty fashion monster then I don't know what!?