Case of the Missing Hot Chocolate April 10, 2003 - 8:05 a.m.

I actually had a great night's sleep, for the first time in a long time. I even woke up early. Way early. Before five. I decided a good start to the day would be a nice hot breakfast. French toast and hot chocolate. Maybe a small thing of yogurt or oatmeal if that doesn't fill me up. Ya know, breakfast stuff.

I start the french toast. Scramble the egg, add a little bit of milk and cinnamon. Get the pan heated up. I put water in a mug and toss that into the microwave. I go to the cabinet that has the hot chocolate mix and find that I actually have to move my hand around in the box to find a packet. This box once had sixty things of hot chocolate. And I could have sworn that not even two days ago, there were ten left. But now I'm down to two.

Just two.

This makes my second cup since I counted that ten. My mom has since had two, maybe three. So that's down to five. So there are three missing. If not four. Then I suddenly get a flash from yesterday.

We're sitting in the parking lot of some place we were going to drop off a resume, which was useless because they aren't hiring. But before we go in, she started emptying her jacket pockets. I noticed one handful of crap included at least two packets of hot chocolate mix. Now, I didn't think anything of it because she normally does stuff like that. Working temporary jobs she tries to be prepared. But as I was trying to account for my lost chocolatey goodness, I realized that the hot chocolate she had was the exact same brand and color packets that I have. Swiss Miss.. red. And she only buys generic stuff.

My mom fucking cheesed my hot chocolate!

You don't mess with another girl's hot chocolate. That's just asking for it.

She's always doing shit like that. It's like she assumes that since I'm staying here, she has the okay to take anything from here that she wants. Yet you can tell she realizes she can't, because she doesn't ask and tries to hide it. Everytime she's here she goes through the mail, looks through the garbage, and roots through the fridge and pantry. There have been several times that she's just started eating stuff without asking. Chris has gotten pissed because it's typically stuff that he's gotten specifically for himself.

The past two days she's come over with the excuse of working on her resume or applying for a job. Yet she's just sat on the couch, watching the news, taking her stupid notes. Last night she didn't leave until nine, which caused Chris and I to miss the opportunity to have a decent dinner before Angel came on. We ended up having just a plain salad, as it was the only quick thing to fix.

I just know if I confront her on taking it, she would only become uber defensive and probably start crying. Saying things like I don't trust her and making me feel guilty for even thinking she could do something like that. Fucking martyr complex.

I had other valid points. But I've lost them. I'm just glad that she didn't take anything of more importance. This time, anyhow.

And some people may wonder why I don't want to be like her when I grow up.

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