There is order to my chaos. It is not like I do not know where everthing is.
There is order to my chaos. It is not like I do not know where everthing is.
My room is messy, and has to be that way. Some jackass came in and tidied it once and made it different, so I went nuts and started killing people. True story.
I'm messy but it's an organized kind of messy. Once, my grandmother straightened my room up and I couldn't find anything for 2 weeks. My address book, my CDs... I almost cried...
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I keep my areas fairly tidy. I won't leave anything lying around if I know that it will become moldy and smelly and hard and gross, so the only junk that's sitting on my nightstand and computer desk are empty water bottles and pop cans.
Everything must be in order.
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Seriuosly.
What the hell is tidy?
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
My room is small! It's really hard to avoid a mess, in fact I really should clean it sometime....
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My room usually goes through an equilibrium of mess and cleanliness. It's never really clean, and it's never ultra messy. Does lean towards the latter though.
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My room is mighty clean, I'm allergic to dust.![]()
Yup. Although I'm not the cleanest of people, either, really. At the start of yesterday, almost every item of clothing I actually bother wearing was on the floor of one of the five rooms in my flat. One of the rooms has two lightshade things on the ground as well as all my bills, pads, a calendar, some books etc. on the floor. And some on the bed. In another room you'll often find plates etc. lying around, although I try to clean them up every other day or so. But it's mostly all sorts of papers from letters to envelopes they came in to bills to the envelopes they came in to the envelopes that came with the bills in the other envelopes to takeaway menus to random pieces of paper with phone numbers or just random doodlings on them or something and all that kind of stuff, and then of course the clothes and pillows and cushions that litter my house. Laundry in every place but the laundry basket (which has, I think, one item of clothing in it). Oh, and boxes and bags and bottles that food came in. And wrappers. Yeah. But stuff like tissues or uh... other actually dirty stuff, that goes into the bin every time. I don't want to grow things in my flat just yet, not after the plant I had died. God bless it's soul, it tried to survive, but apparently a few weeks without water was just too much. I blame society. Anyway. Yesterday I decided to start attempting to clean the place up. It'll take me a few days but I'll get it done eventually.Originally Posted by Miriel
Man, I babble sometimes.
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
I've never heard of that word!
My bedroom is one big mess, I have to clean it every weekend. It gets that dirty. But my bedroom is a kind of... Organised mess. . . Yeah, that seems the best word for it. It's cluttered but by my standards it's fine. There might be lots of clothes slung on my chair & sheet music everywhere but it's still tidy. My carpet never gets dirty. Though I have a habit of leaving my mugs & plates that I use in my room. I probably have one in there somewhere right now, though I doubt I'll find it. And god knows what is under my bed, well a big mess & lots of spiders probably along with some games magazines. o_0
I need to vacum and dust but as far as things go it's not too bad.
Thanks for the sig Blitz Ace!
Someone wanta challenge me to chess?
Originally Posted by Old Manus
My room's a mess at the moment i mean there's no rubbish but there seem's to be clothes everywhere and they're not even mine! hehe but i LUUURVE to clean a guy's mess i stay over at one of my guy's houses but i could'nt sleep so i cleaned his living room and his entire kitchen i don't mean just wash dishes i cleaned everything!...the dishes oviously,the cooker i luv doing that,worktop's,tumble dryer,washing machine,put everything away cleaned his walls and his IRON! I even cleaned and bleached out his bin what can i say i luv to clean but can't be bothered cleaningmy room hehe...xXx.....