Jun 11, 2005 14:39
One of Emily's guests ate my ham and cheese last night. I bought it on Thursday, had one sandwich yesterday, and I wake up this morning to one slice left of each. I am beyond pissed. If anyone has ever been this mad before, you'll know that it's a whole other dimension of anger. And I know it wasn't Kayla who did it because she wouldn't eat my food, and someone drank the rest of her water the other day, and she told me, and I was like, um, well we know who it was that did it [Emily]. I am so mad. I have no lunch now. I'm hungry, and I have no lunch. And I was going to make brownies, but now I'm not so sure. I wrote her a lovely note and put it in an envelope and wrote EMILY on it in big red letters and stuck it to her door:
Emily-
I think your friends mistakenly ate my ham and cheese that was in our refrigerator yesterday. I bought it on Thursday, had one sandwich on Friday, and now it is Saturday afternoon, and I have one slice of each left. I know that you wouldn't eat my food, but please let your friends know that it’s not OK to eat my food without my permission. I think someone owes me some ham and cheese, please.
Lori
Damn damn damnit. Why did they have to do that? I was never rude or mean to her or any of her friends. I was the best roommate ever. I cleaned the kitchen, and put her dishes in the dish washer. And after she broke my vacuum (it had to be her) I didn't say a word about it. WHY??
Only two more weeks of this hellhole, and then I'm done.