Good for the Soul

Confession- I'm not Catholic, but ya know what, they got something going with that whole confession thing. Have you ever pretended for so long that it just becomes your own reality? It may just be keeping up the appearance of being a normal, put- together person, or it could be literal skeletons in your closet. I believe for me it's the prior, but who would know since my closets are not even usable because that would mean carving out a path to get to them.

If I had the money for a maid..., but I don't. In the mean time, if you want to visit, please call a month in advance so I can fold the laundry in my living room, return the dirt on my floors to the great outdoors, and contact a pharmaceutical company about harvesting the potential penicillin in the bathrooms. Also, I think I may take up knitting or something with all the natural fibers I have here, provided by the spiders who live in the corners.

There is my confession. Do not turn me in. Thank you.