I've been living with three people for almost a year now. Two of them are cool. But one of them is kind of a bitch.
Last November I bought a ticket for a concert which I distinctly remember leaving on my desk in my room. It went missing. I was going to this gig with one of my housemates and I suggested to him that maybe one of the others took it (obviously referring to the bitch). He doubted me and suggested that I lost it or some shit. He convinced me though and I went and bought another ticket, assuming I had just lost it. 20 bucks wasn't that big a deal so I wasn't too heart broken.
From then I noticed other things going missing. The thought that other housemates (the one that's a bitch) were stealing from me crept back in to my mind.
Eventually, things started going missing from the fridge. Specifically yoghurts. Only mine, it seemed. Until eventually my bro housemate who I was going to the gig with had two stupidly expensive organic yoghurts stolen from the fridge and the only other person around at the time was the bitch.
Neither of us did anything about it because she's leaving soon and we can't even bare talking to her due to how disgusting a person she is.
Except I just ejaculated in a yoghurt and left it in the fridge and now it's gone.
Give me music for this feel.