Apr 07 2009
Marry me! I’m a slob.
A Berlin woman divorced her husband for cleaning too much. “The wife got through 15 years of marriage putting up with the man’s penchant for doing household chores, tidying up and rearranging the furniture.” One of the advantages of marrying me is that this will certainly not be a problem.
Haha, that’s brilliant! 🙂 Good find. Hurrah for mess!
Okay, then. When shall we set the date for?
I’m a bit of a slob too. The thing with me is that my room can be extremely messy, but if I see a crooked painting I will immediately straighten it. (shrugs) I guess I’m just strange that way.
I love being messy. It makes my space (room) feel lived in. My scattered pictures on the floor scream “Artist’s space, respect my space.” I’m more organized when it comes to folders and junk, but I still like a little mess. My space needs to be junky. An unjunky space feels like no one lives there and gives off boring vibes.
My room is a mass of random paper, old movie tickets, DVDs and games everywhere and iPod-related stuff strewn around. It’s not as far as clothes everywhere or old food, but it’s not tidy by anyone’s standards.
Haha, I’m awful for messiness. At one point you couldn’t even see my floor. I have improved since, but it’s getting close to that state again.
My excuse is I have too much junk. Also, I like my books and school work to be super-organised, so it’s great to have a space where I can just sling things any old place.
My room is totally untidy too. I don’t like keeping the room very tidy and neat because its my room. I like the way it is. It’s not a museum. Everything is organized only in a museum.
Once, I couldn’t see my desk under all of the junk I piled on top of it. And my bookshelf is a danger zone.