Dear mom--
In the future, I'd appreciate it if you didn't take it upon yourself to clean out my room while I'm not around. I was hoping to break into the stash of stationery covered with pictures of cute animals colored by someone on an acid trip for grad school because I don't want to take it Too Seriously...and black/dark blue/dark green notebooks are a little boring. I can't, because you threw it out.

While on the subject: Your reasoning was because "you're an adult now." It was also your reasoning for replacing my bedding with white-and-boring. I happen to like brightly colored bedding. (Red sheets are good for other reasons too...) It's two or three years old--it doesn't bleed in the wash any more! If I'm An Adult, doesn't that mean that I get to define what being An Adult is? And if I want silly stationery made by a company that was popular in the 80s and 90s or my (un)necessarily huge stuffed toy collection or red sheets, is that a problem? Or does being An Adult mean being boring?