My favourite snack is chocolate pudding. I remember last year, when I was still in college, making a box of chocolate pudding, proceeding to eat the whole damned thing in one sitting. Yes, that sounds gross, and no, I didn't puke. Nor did it supress my love for the pudding.

I had one pudding cup left in the fridge. I had plans for that cup, fantasies of eating it oh...I don't know...in the near future. Anyways, I went into the kitchen to refill my cup of water, and what do I spy?

MY FUCKING PUDDING CUP EMPTY ON THE COUNTER.

It's only pudding. And it shouldn't make me that angry, but for some reason the sight of that empty plastic cup made me homicidal. I wanted to pick it up and crush it Hulk style, but I needed the evidence. I knew it wasn't Bellan, because he hates pudding, especially of the chocolate variety. The dog, while I'm sure he would like it, lacks the digits to peel off the top wrapper. My dad's not one for pudding either, and my brother wasn't home. That left my mother, who when I confronted her about it didn't seem to care.

Sheesh. Bellan thinks I'm overreacting, but I've seen him after my spongeass brother has vacuumed down a box of Wheat Thins Bellan had his eye on.