Chris

So, yeah. My brother has officially gone too far. Lately, Wil's razors have been opened and used- by Chris. Jenn's toothpaste- which she asked Chris not to use- had been left carelessly in the shower. Chris uses my Cotton Candy BodyWash and Ganier shampoo.
He moved into the shed. Dad told him "Don't party" and "Don't let anyone know you're there." So what does he do? Throw a party and has all of his drunken friends over. Beer bottles have littered our backyard and his shed. Oh, yeah, and in Sharpie, he wrote on the wall: "Manshed", "Beer!" with an arrow pointing to a large case, and "Spot for Sexual Seduction!" with an arrow to his bed. I mean, fucking gross, Chris. Dad's going to get that shed back and know what the fuck you did back there. Ugh.
So today, he says "Katie, can I borrow your cord? I need to download some songs." So I agree, but knowing Chris, I follow him to his shed to make sure he won't steal it. He plugged in his iPod and it quickly froze. I felt bad.
So I offered him my iPod.
"Just make sure you have it back soon."
"Don't worry. I'll have it back by one. I'm going to the gym and then to see my girlfriend."
"Okay. By one?"
"By one."
IT'S FUCKING SEVEN, CHRIS, YOU FUCKING CUNT. He is such a goddamn asswipe, and I won't forgive that bastard for this. I need music. He's such a fucking dick for doing this to me. "Yeah, I'll have it back by one-" What a fucking lie! He's such a douche and I will never- for the love of God- lend him anything ever again! I cannot WAIT until he's moved out again! It was SO nice and peaceful without him screwing everything over again!
Never. Ever. Ever. Ever. Ever. I stole his Eagle Knife a few weeks ago- and I was going to give it back- but now I'm not. I might even borrow something of his and give it to him three days after I said I would.
If it comes back even slightly damaged, or worse, if he loses it, I will never forgive him. Oh, and get this: he fucking deleted my music and put on his own.
FUCK YOU, CHRIS.
Fuck you.