stolen cereal
_15:35
It’s already 15:35 (3:35 EST) and I haven’t had much more to eat than a bagel and some coffee. I’m slowly starting to realize my computer isn’t feeding me and the need for food is so high I could kill.
I run upstairs and grab the sides of the kitchen doorway while gazing for food and catching my breath from the intense randomness of getting out of my computer chair. I needed something fast and couldn’t wait for something to be made or even warmed up. I needed it cold and now.
Earlier that day I remembered my roommate (Dan Boyles) eating some of my Cinnamon Toast Crunch. He must have found them hidden under the sink (the sneaky guy) and decided to eat them.
I didn’t really care much because, Hey - I’m a nice guy (hold laughter till end), but now I wanted some Cinnamon Toast Crunch. It was the perfect solution to my hunger problem.
I opened the cupboard door to grab some wonderful Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but something stopped me from actually pulling them out. Yea - “They weren’t there!”
I’m freaking out and run to the living room where I saw Dan eating them earlier. Maybe he just didn’t put them back. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! - Theyíre not there either. Where on God’s earth can they be? - I screamed.
I then ran to the fridge to see if for some stupid reason he put the box of cereal in there along with the milk, but when I got there - there was no cereal to be seen.
Then a horrible thought ran through my head and I looked over at the trashcan. I slowly approached it and with one brave rush, I pulled the top off.
It was in the trash - my wonderful cereal was in the trash and I felt as if I had been thrown into one of those “Corn Pops” commercials. “I need my Cinnamon Toast Crunch!”, I yelled to the sky.
The horrible act of someone eating all my Cinnamon Toast Crunch lead me to making some chocolate milk. Chocolate milk fills people up quickly and would hold me over enough to find something better once the chocolate milk magic wore off.
sipping & thinking:
I’m going to get the Dan Boyles if it’s the last thing I do. I’ll need to start poisoning my food and keeping he vaccine only for myself. Then he’ll know not to eat my Cinnamon Toast Crunch. THEN HE’LL KNOW - mwhahahahahaha!!!!
dan Says:
Ahh yes… I came across a similar situation at my house. This however involves beer. I’d work my tail off all night serving the needs of others at Pereddies, all the while dreaming of the cold beers i had waiting for me at home. Well the night finally comes to a close and i’m off. On my way home the anticipation grows with every passing block.
Finally home .. ahh .. i’ll just step inside.. “Hey Guys!” .. (wait.. their drinking… OH .. ).
I run to the refridgerator.. $U@! Good God!! It’s gone.
Now.. this happened on many occasions.. before i finally took matters into my own hands.
Here’s what i did. Simple , but effective. I took a 6 pack of empty beer bottles, filled them with my urine. (yes urine, desperate times call for desperate measures) ANd stocked the fridge with nice cold .. .. beer. ;]
Did it stop them from drinking my beer? HELL NO! But they at least thought about what they were doing every time they opened one.