This is the bottom-right drawer of the refrigerator at work.

Anybody see a foil-wrapped burrito in there?

Anyone?

Yeah, me neither.I see moldy cheesesticks…milk…margarine packets…

But not my lunch. My lunch, which I left in there yesterday to enjoy today,?has disappeared.I know according to some, there are ghosts in the building. Maybe one of these “ghosts” got hungry for some delicious mexican food and ate my lunch.Maybe there is a secret vigilante whose mission is to keep me from getting fat, and they stole it.

Countless other theories remain….theories that leave me starving and ticked off!

WHERE is my freakin burrito?!?

This morning as I was walking into work, a homeless guy (well, maybe he wasn’t homeless…but he was dirty and creepy) was riding his bike. As he rode past me, he looked at me, grunted, and muttered…”Eat something!”

I immediately spun around and exclaimed,

“THANK YOU!!!”

Nothing like a dirty-might be homeless-man to start the day off right.

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I spent my weekend helping my new neighbor move in upstairs. Yup, the douchey, smelly, loud neighbors who used to live upstairs from me have moved out, and a new girl JUST moved in.

I don’t know her really well, but I already know we’re going to get along JUST fine…considering she knocked on my door Friday night & asked if I wanted to drink some wine with her.

In a few weeks, a couple MORE girls will be moving into the apartment above her, therefore making my house an all-girls house for the first time EVER! (I always had couples living above me.) Rumor has it that all of us are single, too.  I have a feeling many bottles (or boxes) of wine will be consumed on my front porch when the weather gets nicer.

A couple of things my new neighbors should be aware of, though…

- I’m a slob. My crap is everywhere downstairs. I don’t take my clothes out the community dryer until I want to wear them. The rest of my clothes are on the floor of the hallway or hanging up on the laundry room. Yes, this includes my bras.

-I have a tendency to play songs over and over on repeat until I get sick of them. (David Rush’s “Shooting Star,” anyone?) Either get ready to join the dance party, or invest in a good pair of ear plugs.

-Be wary of the next-door neighbors. We live next to a house full of bros who constantly have parties. Don’t EVER, under ANY circumstances, go in their hot tub. Even if they invite you. Just trust me on that one.

-Don’t ask me to feed your cats when you go on vacation. I WILL forget.

I think that’s good for now. Let the wine consumption commence!

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