You are filth.

I'm probably neat to a fault.

Currently my desk is organized with stacks of stuff in plastic filing containers. I'm going to be getting a different desk to match with my new bedroom set which will mostly like mean I will have real filing cabinets, or a wooden drawer for stuff I need to store, and a separate area for my external drives, and then of course an area for the computers -- which will go in the backroom I'm now organizing. It's gonna be dope.

In short: I like being organized.

Ironically, Saturday my desk I don't use had a messy pile of clothes on top of it. The pile reached the ceiling. It was like that for months.

I have what I call an organized mess but what my mother likes to call a trash pile. She doesn't know what is trash and what's treasure! Like bunny, i'm kinda a packrat so I keep a lot of "useless" stuff. Most of what's on my desk is papers. They have all been used and should probably be filed somewhere but alas they are in piles on my desk.

If someone decides to clean my desk/room I freak because I can't find anything. I know where everything is, it just doesn't look pretty! It takes me practically a month to get use to the new places and by then everything ends up in messy piles again.

When I care, I throw away every damn last thing because I am minimalist as hell. The problem is that I am apathetic as smurf and just don't care 99% of the time.

Okay let's play

I have a bottle of vitamins, a water bottle (hey I found a replacement cap!) a newspaper, my scarf, my lunch, my phone, a pen on the side, and some napkins and my pc

at home it's a complete mess. All of my junk are in a drawer that I've cleaned up twice and finally got it down to a reasonable amount of clutter, my dvd stacks are finally removed from the dust pile upstairs where people use it, and there's a bag of chips and unpaid/paid bills everywhere.