2009-07-12, 06:50 AM
Clutter.
I'm not going to pretend that it makes my life easier or that I magically know where everything is because my clutter is organised in my mind. I'm just fucking lazy and can't be bothered to clean anything up. My room consists of a bunk bed, with the bottom mattress used as storage for clothes (not folded). A desk there is filled with loose change, papers, pencils, and random crap that I don't even recognise. My computer desk currently has an empty bottle of water, an empty can of apple juice, a spoon used NX cards, an overhead projector marker, a fine-tipped Sharpie, four whiteboard markers, eyeglass cleaning liquid, glasses case, what appears to be a stack of receipts, a tin of tea, a tin of instant coffee, two calculators, and a mug on top of a corner of my mouse pad.
As you can probably tell, I can have no use for most of the junk here, but it's here anyways.
tl;dr: Joe's a pig.
I'm not going to pretend that it makes my life easier or that I magically know where everything is because my clutter is organised in my mind. I'm just fucking lazy and can't be bothered to clean anything up. My room consists of a bunk bed, with the bottom mattress used as storage for clothes (not folded). A desk there is filled with loose change, papers, pencils, and random crap that I don't even recognise. My computer desk currently has an empty bottle of water, an empty can of apple juice, a spoon used NX cards, an overhead projector marker, a fine-tipped Sharpie, four whiteboard markers, eyeglass cleaning liquid, glasses case, what appears to be a stack of receipts, a tin of tea, a tin of instant coffee, two calculators, and a mug on top of a corner of my mouse pad.
As you can probably tell, I can have no use for most of the junk here, but it's here anyways.
tl;dr: Joe's a pig.