I'd like to mention that I like all these people. I'm just grousing a little. And I'm pretty sure none of them read here, but if they do I'm going to feel like a jerk.

Shrift, when I had roommates we had clearly-defined common food items (staples like bread, cheese slices, milk, and condiments) and the rest was personal food that was off-limits to anyone but the owner. Maybe that sort of agreement could work for you?

Or you could always wait til one of the mooching houseguests is over and having a meal, then snatch food off their plate/out of their container and start eating it to make a point.

I loved the video of John Henry on his daily constitutional. Checking out the cross-country course, visiting the foals, allowing children to pet him without snapping their hands off -- see -> mellow.

Also, cute that he likes to stand in the Winner's Circle -- so familiar to him.

Dear Humans:

Why the hell would you choose to sit right next to me and crowd me when there is an entire row of empty chairs across from you?

Please ass off and die.

Signed, Cranky with personal space issues.

PS. All children in the terminal SHUT UP and SIT STILL.

Maybe that sort of agreement could work for you?

That's pretty much how we work it now, it's just that we've had so many people in and out in the last few days that I don't even know who to point at and say, "J'accuse!"

Dear Humans:

Ahahaha, humans. There was an entitled assmunch causing a bottleneck on my bus this morning, and I spent a good fifteen minutes thinking about stabbing him with a pen.

I... might be a little cranky this week.

shrift, maybe a more formal method of dividing up fridge space, so that you get a special shelf of 'don't touch without permission!' food? (And roommate vice versa.) Also, don't discount the possibility that the food-taker was mistaken about what was on offer because of a misapprehended permission.

Also, and seriously: sometimes very nice people are just freaky about food, as in well-concealed bulimia or other problems likewise.

Oh fuck me. Now there are twitchy children sitting on both sides of me. I hope Disney World is closed when we get to Orlando.

I might be a little cranky this morning.

Also, don't discount the possibility that the food-taker was mistaken about what was on offer because of a misapprehended permission.

Seriously, this is my assumption. I don't think that people are rooting through the refrigerator willy-nilly.

Oh yeah, I actually hadn't thought of that. "Oh, sure -- help yourself to anything!"

Although, I will say, as a guest, I would still confirm: "Can I take this quinoa salad?"

Possibly this is due to growing up in a household where things in the fridge might look like available leftovers, but are actually part of a Master Plan for dinner that I'd better not fuck up.