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  • Wednesday, April 07, 2004

    Brealing
    What is brealing? one may ask. Well, I am a victim of brealing: Borrowing, with the intent to steal. Brealing. A week and a half ago, I lent my bass to Orion so he could 'record music with his band'. Sure, whatever. Just include me in the 'Thank yous'. This was, like, the Friday before last.

    One hour after he leaves my house, he calls me and tells me, "I fixed your bass." Okay, really? There was nothing wrong with it in the first place. But he fixed it anyway, without informing me of the problem, and not questioning whether or not I had it that way for a reason.

    During class on Monday, he says he'll get it back to me on Tuesday. And that it is a 'sweet bass'. I know. Which is why I want it back. RIGHT NOW. Before you 'fix it' any more.

    That was odd, I thought to myself, Tuesday is actually tomorrow. Why didn't he say "I'll get it back to you 'tomorrow.'"?

    Tuesday, or tomorrow, came and went. Still, no sign of my bass. I AIMed him, asking him when it would be convenient for him to give me my shit back. He said, and I quote, "I told you on Monday that I would give it to you on Thursday."

    Okay. No you didn't. You said Tuesday. Did you mean Thursday? Okay. Fine. Thursday.

    Thursday came and went. Still no sign of my bass. He calls me and says he'll get it back to me on Friday after classes. Pff. Whatever. Friday came and went, and still no bass. I haven't heard from him since.

    I swear, this happens every time with him. I don't know if I'm to blame, or if it's him. First it was with a bunch of cds I lent him, it took him two months to return them. Then it was a Gamecube game or controller or something. Now this. I'm tempted to go over and get it myself, but I hate driving in downtown Beaver Falls. And besides, if I were to go get it, he talk me into letting him keep it longer. He's persuasive, and when that doesn't work, he's just an ass. But it doesn't matter, because I can't say 'No' to anyone. You can ask me for a kidney and I'd probably give in.

    Damn it.

    ~scribbled by jen sometime around 8:42 PM



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