You are getting out of hand. At first, I thought I could muster up the brute strength and mental stamina to rid you of your clutter, but I am floundering in the confetti of paper, empty coffee mugs, four months worth of clothes, travel pillow, letters, pens, heart-shaped spoons from England, and your pounds and Euros. Oy.
BUT... Tomorrow, you won't know what hit you. Stand back. I will have sweatpants and a t-shirt on, a blue bandana in my hair and I will mean business. Thats right. You can try and hide, but no matter how hard you try and resist, you won't be able to escape being...*gasp*...organized. Mwahaha.
Just you wait.
Love,
Adrienne.
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