Dear Objects of My Home,
I don't know how the hell you have found your way out of the places you belong, but I'm pretty pissed about the whole thing. I look around and not a whole lot is really where it should be. I thought our motto was, "a place for everything and everything in its place"? So, what the fuck happened? I've been going ninety to nothing, true. I've ignored you a little, I know. Really, how does a pine tree branch find its way into the middle of the living room? Why is the large pile of laundry on my bedroom floor instead of the LAUNDRY room? Maybe I should put a sign on the door--LAUNDRY?? Oh, hello Allergy pills on the kitchen bar! Yes, you do belong in the mother fucking medicne cabinet, don't you? Thanks for the remind. I believe the two dozen books and toys do belong in another gd room after all. Well, I don't know what your problem is, but I want it taken care of prontinto. All of the objects in this house that are out of place better find their homes soon or I see the dumpster in their futures! Don't push me! I'll do it; I swear.
Yours forever,
Muse Girl
