Mischief Makers

I used the plural form of this word because I doubt that one person would have done this on their own.

While I was gone for the long weekend… someone had a birthday party in my apartment and then decided to hide some of my belongings. Now, seeing as how I just drove 10 hours and have dinner in front of me that I'm so hungry for, I might not have found all of the things that have been messed with. But, I've found 3 balloons, 5 cans of Dr Pepper, my remote, both of my framed Madonna pictures, two pillows, a blanket, and a Chinese menu that were either moved or added to my apartment. Plus an opened Diet Coke and a half finished can of Coke and post-it notes and a pen from my desk. And some random stuff on my bed/desk/dresser. There could be more.

I haven't opened all the cupboards or the dishwasher. I'm sure there will be other surprises seeing as how I haven't searched my whole apartment. I suppose if things that I never use or look at were moved, they might stay that way for a while.

I don't so much mind someone messing with my stuff or hiding it or moving it. I'm upset that I didn't get to hang out with the mischievous individual(s). I'd rather be surprised and come home to people than an unorganized mess. Did you lay down in my bed? Isn't it fantastic? Oh, and sorry I turned the air off. I didn't know you were coming.

But thanks for thinking about me anyway.

Payback's a bitch.

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