Dipshit did it...he opened my ketchup

At some point yesterday. So I guess the fact that I took it OUT of the fridge 2 weeks ago and put it back on the shelf didn't clue him in that, hmm, maybe there was some uncertainty about whose it was (though he's an imbecile for not knowing in the first place). So somehow i've yet to run into him...partly deliberate, as I LOATHE the idea of this UNSPEAKABLY awkward conversation this motherfucking dolt has forced me into initiating. I mean, merely saying "hey" to him in passing saps me of all energy. But he's NOT just gonna take my fucking ketchup for his own. I don't clip coupons, painstakingly analyze 3 supermarket circulars a week, and watch every fucking penny I spend TO PUT FOOD IN HIS MOTHERFUCKING WHINY MOUTH. If it's not clear yet, 1) he's a fucking across-the-board idiotic asshole and 2) I fucking detest him. THEN there's the "don't put your food in the drain" chat, TOO. UGH...LIFE IS TOO SHORT...