I'm going to New York today! In just less than a week I have been in Houston, Austin, Pittsburgh, and New York. I'm a full time student, and I have a job. Obviously I am also magical; there is no other way to describe how all these things are possible.

I have been pilfering my suitmates St. Ive's exfoliator and it has been working splendidly. On another morally questionable note, today while I was taking my laundry out of the washing machine, I spotted a pair of underwear stuck behind the top of the machine, sitting on the foil coils that go into the wall. And they were cute. And they were my size. And they were (most likely) clean, and I could wash them again to be safe.

So.

I took them.

Whoever left them here obviously doesn't know where they are and will never find them, I rationalized. I had no way of finding out whom they belonged to. If I didn't take them they would be sitting there forever, continuing to be unworn, going to waste! I couldn't let that happen. Any squirmings of weird feelings over this were quickly squashed in the name of being economical.

But then, just now, I was putting away my laundry, and there they were. The foreign undies. Something felt so off about the entire situation: I can't walk around in another girl's underwear! Something about it was just not right, and I had a change of heart. Tomorrow I'm going to put them back behind the dryer where they belong.

They also were not as cute as I originally ascertained.