In this house I have my room, In this room I store my booze. I do not have much, small amounts from time to time. specific amounts like the smidgen of absinthe I have left. I'm not dumb, when half of one of my bottles dissapears I notice. This is what I come home to today. Don't specifically know if it happened today, since I have not looked up in several days ((booze on top shelf by door)) but I looked up today. Stolen booze does not make for a happy moose. I'm not here for much longer, I don't want to have to get a lock for my door just so I can feel my stuff will remain undisturbed. It is money that I should not have to spend. A sip or two, sure, that won't be noticed, but half a fucking bottle.... how stupid can you be. Not really a question that can be asked considdering my sister and her boyfriend.
I am quite angered.......yes, quite
I am quite angered.......yes, quite
Then I had a bottle with a teaspoon of Jack Daniel's left in it.
My brother and his friends had "some" (his word), and I guess they got almost to the bottom of the bottle when they realized they couldn't leave an empty bottle for me to find. Of course, after having most of the bottle, I guess it made perfect sense to them that leaving a few drops would somehow make it more difficult to notice they had been drinking it.