It’s MY Nutella!!

I live with five other girls. I don’t recommend doing that.
The girl I share a bedroom is great. We make a funny pair, I’m tall, and she’s short. Her side of the room has lots of Hello, Kitty and a really nice red bedspread with white leaves on it. My side is my bright green dorm sheets, and my Jack Skellington blanket; my decorations are a Wall-E plush and a mess of books. We seem pretty different, but we get along (better than I did with my college roommate!)
The other four girls, however, are another story. There are two pairs of roommates, and each pair met up online beforehand. And for some reason, they don’t like my roommate and I. They told her that they wanted an apartment with just the four of them. Thanks! Anything misplaced or missing? Its my fault or my roommates fault.
But lately, they’ve been turning on each other, and its been quite amusing to watch. It’s like their favorite show, Jersey Shore, in a way. It started off small, with one of the girls getting pissed over dishes being left in the sink. She took it out on me (I load my dishes, thanks!), but the next day, a note appeared on the fridge: “CLEAN YOUR OWN DISHES!!”
To which someone else replied “No, bitch! =)”
The pairs started to divide. One girl from each room is getting closer to someone in the other room, and they’ve been talking behind their roommates backs about moving rooms.
It progressed to food. One day, there was a knock on my door. One of the other girls telling me that they were dividing the pantry into shelves. Okay, I could roll with that. I come home from shopping to discover a Sharpie addiction. EVERYTHING has someone’s name on it. Even salad dressing and eggs. That’s a bit much…
I had much fun labeling everything I own, condiments, spoons, spatulas and all. Not that I need it…I’m the tallest, so the unused cupboard above the fridge that no one can reach is now safe haven to all my cooking supplies. I love being tall.
The girl who bitched about me over dishes had Nutella yesterday. After seeing my jar, she took a (washable!!) marker to hers.
I can see where this is going. I’m going to become a Nutella thief. Just so there is no confusion, I took a Sharpie to my jar of Nutella and labeled it.
“It’s MY Nutella, Bitches!”