Yes, I said it. I am not above using my blog for extortion purposes. (Please nobody flag this as inappropriate. Hear me out first.)
You know who you are. You owe me a sharpie. I’m not picky. Store brand, name brand, black or colored— it doesn’t matter to me.
I freely gave you my permanent marker in a time of need. You needed the correct utensil to write permanent symbols and/or words on things? Boom. Take mine. No questions asked.
But then you did the unthinkable. You betrayed my trust. You shamed me and yourself. You did not return the sharpie. You did not offer a replacement sharpie. You only gave me excuses and false hope.
Why? Why would you do such a thing? I need my permanent markers. I use them frequently. As in all the time. I am a flash-card maker. I am a labeler. I am a doodler. I am a strong, independent woman who needs her sharpies. Deprivation is not something I deal well with.
Have you ever had something you used frequently and enjoyed taken away from you under the ruse of friendship? Not a good feeling. And trust me, I know bad feelings. I just had four wisdom teeth removed.
I am appealing to you via my extremely well-read blog (read- only my immediate family), because you refuse to rectify the situation. I know you probably have three half-used permanent markers laying around in the bottom of your dresser drawer. I mean, an apology would be nice too.
I have been watching a lot of cop shows and Dateline episodes over this fall break, so I have seen how small instances such as these can lead to problems than can ruin relationships as well as lives. Please don’t let it come to this.
Please give me my sharpie back.