I'm going to go on a rant for a second here, so bear with me.
I have bought 3 packs of Sharpies over the past year. 12-pack, multicolor, awesome Sharpies. Let me liken this (for all you retro fans out there) to a child getting the huge 500 pack of crayons. I love my Sharpies. I love drawing with them, and coloring with them, and taking notes with them... in fact, Sharpies are the yin to my American Naturals Pencils yang.
Unfortunately, there is a plague upon my Sharpies. That plague is Courtney, AKA study partner.
You may ask why I have bought 3 packs of Sharpies. That reason, friends, is that Court steals them. Then she leaves the caps off, and they dry out. I have found Sharpies (MY beautiful Sharpies) lying in the gravel in her driveway, run over by her huge freakin' SUV. I've found them in her trash. I've found them in her bag, on her desk... and almost always uncapped.
Why do I mention this now, you ask? Because this new pack of Sharpies that I bought yesterday? She just stole them. And I'm trying - desperately - not to freak out, because I know that within the week they'll all be ruined. Sometimes I hate you, Courtney.