My brother ate my ice cream that I had hidden in the freezer. I’m so mad. It’s in the middle of summer and I purposely saved my ice cream for tonight because I knew it was going to be hot. I just went to the freezer to retrieve it, and it’s gone. I’ve looked everywhere, to the point that my fingers are going numb from being in the freezer too long. It is definitely gone. I confronted him about it and he laughed in my face. He knew what he was doing and he did it anyway. This means war.
All our bedrooms have their own air conditioning that is on the wall. He always complains that he’s too hot, even with the air conditioning on. Well, I’m going to make sure he can never turn it on again. When he goes out tomorrow night I’m going to take a wire out of his air conditioning and cover it back up so that he’s none the wiser. This is his fault. I’ll keep you updated.
Ha. It’s been three days since he stole my ice cream and I secretly disabled his air conditioning. He’s been sweaty and angry ever since. The last two nights I’ve heard him cursing in his room about how hard it is to get last-minute, emergency air conditioning repairs close to Canberra, and how the air con is usually extremely reliable… little does he know that it’s missing an extremely important wire.
He keeps coming into my room thinking that I’ll let him sit in front of my air conditioning. Try again, buddy. I’m busy ‘studying’. I can’t have him in here distracting me, or so I’ve told Mum. He can suffer in his hot room in silence. Maybe the next time he thinks he can eat someone’s ice cream he remembers how much of an effort it is to get an air conditioning service within Canberra. It’s a great place to live, except for when you don’t have an air conditioner. Tough luck! You brought this on yourself.
Also, buy me a new ice cream.