F*ing Bikini

Somewhere between the laundry room downstairs and my bedroom upstairs, I've lost the bottom of my bikini. Where the hell has it gone? I've searched downstairs, I've searched up stairs, I've searched on the staircase, and I've taken everything off my closet shelf to check if it slid underneath something else. No dice. Ugh. I hate losing stuff like this.

One time when I was in high school I lost my wallet in my room for two years. Only found it when my parents put in new carpet and pulled out the book case - my wallet had been behind it all that time.

I know, because of physics (preservation of energy/mass) that the damn thing has to be somewhere. But where? F*ing bikini.