hard boiled eggs

This the exact feeling I get every time someone eats my food.

Angry, than deeply deeply sad.

Listen, I feel like I am a pretty laid back person usually.

And I don't really get worked up over dumb things.

 But if I am at work all day excited to come back

and eat that left over taco bell in the fridge

that shiz better be there when i get home,

or someone is going to meet a very hungry unhappy Madi.

To clarify:

If I offer the food to you,

you may take it.

If you ask me before hand

and I say yes,

you may take it.

But do not use the 

"its better to ask forgiveness than permission"

excuse with me and my delicious food. 

I am very grateful I live in an apartment with girls who follow this rule.

Thank you girls of 15J who keep me a level headed human being.

And thank you for listening to my very UN-levelheaded ramblings.

(I take a bow)

and goodnight.

(curtain closes)