Grrr... when I woke up this morning, someone had already taken my 6-layer deli turkey sandwich that I made the previous night. I almost missed the bus searching the fridge for it, only to find out that its gone. And I refuse to go to school without lunch. That's equivalent to having a fat kid rob me of my lunch money.

Most of my housemates weren't even awake at this time. If this sandwich stealer is who I think it is (which is highly likely), then I might have to label my future lunches "NOT for poo-NGAN" with "NGAN" circled in red and crossed out. Sure she likes to make him lunch, but that doesn't mean EVERY sandwich in the fridge is meant for him. Heck, I'm the only one in the house who makes sandwiches that freakin thick. Go eat your own damn food, you bum.