So picture this. You've just done an eight-hour shift, busting ass and cutting your fingers up in the process and the one thing you want to do is grab a drink, climb into bed and put on a really trashy movie. You get in the door around twelve-thirty, raid the kitchen for some quick munchies. Nothing amiss so far. Then you decide to change out of your work clothes and put everything away. Back to your room you go, then the first thing you notice is a bit of bubble wrap on the floor where there wasn't any before. Next thing you notice is a portion of the room is in disarray. Then you look around a bit and your eyes turn to the top of the TV, where your Super Nintendo, your favorite game system, got moved because there was no other place for it...and it's gone. Nothing's there.
Yeah. This happened to me.
Apparently, when I was at work this evening, my sister decided that it was okay to enter someone else's living space when that person wasn't home and just take shit without asking or giving advance warning. Apparently, if you're convinced that the item in question is yours and you make some vague statement about "maybe" returning it, you can steal things and still be in the right. >.<
Ten bucks says I'll never see it again. My sister has a history of borrowing stuff, both with and without asking, and then never bringing it back. If she leaves your home with something of yours, odds are it's gone forever. The last thing I let her borrow was my Exorcist DVD; I've asked about it multiple times and every time she's dodged the question. She just says something like "maybe next time" and that's fucking it. Ten more bucks says she doesn't have it anymore.
And to salt the wound? I. Had. EARTHBOUND. The actual cart. Not a pirated copy. Not something I paid out the ass for on eBay. The real fucking McCoy. Not only is Earthbound my favorite fucking game ever, but the cart was one of my most prized possessions. That stings as much as anything else. I don't just feel violated because someone came in when I was gone, FUCKING ROBBED ME and tried to justify it. Something that meant a lot to me got jacked in the process. *punches a hole in the wall*
I've got half a mind to have her drawn and quartered next time I run into her.
Yeah. This happened to me.
Apparently, when I was at work this evening, my sister decided that it was okay to enter someone else's living space when that person wasn't home and just take shit without asking or giving advance warning. Apparently, if you're convinced that the item in question is yours and you make some vague statement about "maybe" returning it, you can steal things and still be in the right. >.<
Ten bucks says I'll never see it again. My sister has a history of borrowing stuff, both with and without asking, and then never bringing it back. If she leaves your home with something of yours, odds are it's gone forever. The last thing I let her borrow was my Exorcist DVD; I've asked about it multiple times and every time she's dodged the question. She just says something like "maybe next time" and that's fucking it. Ten more bucks says she doesn't have it anymore.
And to salt the wound? I. Had. EARTHBOUND. The actual cart. Not a pirated copy. Not something I paid out the ass for on eBay. The real fucking McCoy. Not only is Earthbound my favorite fucking game ever, but the cart was one of my most prized possessions. That stings as much as anything else. I don't just feel violated because someone came in when I was gone, FUCKING ROBBED ME and tried to justify it. Something that meant a lot to me got jacked in the process. *punches a hole in the wall*
I've got half a mind to have her drawn and quartered next time I run into her.