I want you out. There, I said it.I know you probably thought I liked you, but the truth is: I never have. And it is not very nice of you to bring all your friends, especially Stray Papers, Extra Junk, Random Stuff, and Miscellaneous (I don’t know her last name, but you know who I’m talking about). I am sick of hosting all of you. It’s time to go.
I might have mentioned once or a hundred times that I am a Virgo. Which is why it makes me very uncomfortable to have you and your pals here so often.Surely there is somewhere else you could go? I know how you like to—what do you call it— go “antiquing”? I’ve seen you through the window of those second-hand stores; they like you there. They need you there. You are familiar to them.
The Husband and I have had long discussions about you, and there is only one conclusion: we hate you. Now please leave.
p.s. If you drive by and happen to notice that Empty Space has taken your place, try not to be offended.