Untidiness Quotes

I'm horrible to live with. I don't clean. My clothes end up wherever I take them off. I forget to flush the toilet.

I'm not married, I frequently use my debit card to buy things that cost less than three dollars, and my bedroom is so untidy it looks like vandals ransacked the Anthropologie sale section. I'm kind of a mess.

I don't really have a domestic inclination. Even my apartment has a semblance of a storage facility. It's just stacks, there are no bookshelves, just books and piles of stamp collections and weird little sewing and knitting projects.

My wife would probably say I'm the messiest person in the history of husbands.

My life is not packaged, Not tidy. There are leftover strands and jagged Edges that cut even my friends.

My bed isn't made, I'm tired, I haven't slept well for two weeks. I haven't been laid in a month. I don't have a girlfriend. I have a warrant for my arrest.

The world isn't tidy; it's a mess. I don't try to make it neat.

I do most of the cooking. I'm kind of domestic, untidily so.

Hmm... my bedroom's really messy. It's probably the messiest bedroom you could ever think of. Like, you think it's messy, but when you go there, you can't see one bit of floor anywhere. Clothes, makeup... I'm getting sent loads of clothes and stuff, so it's just piling up everywhere. I've to jump over it in order to get into my bed.

My worst habit is my untidiness. It bewilders my family, the degree to which I can create absolute chaos around me.

But the dust! And the clutter! My housewifely and scholarly instincts were equally offended.

Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.

Excuse the mess but we live here.

I'm pleased to see that the cab is cluttered with cough drop wrappers and empty milk bottles and bits of mud-smeared newspapers made brittle by age. Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.

A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility.

I'm best when I'm feral, when I don't wash or shave or change my trousers for a couple of weeks.

I can be very messy and disorganized. And I don't throw away anything.

I'll make a horrible housewife. It's not like I'm disgusting, but I'm pretty bad about having a drink or eating something and then leaving the plate and rushing to go.

I'm very scruffy and messy in the way that I am and always have been.

I'm way too disorganized.

I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it!

I'm not a clean freak. My house is a mess.

I'm quite contradictory - a bit OCD, but quite untidy. I have piles of stuff everywhere, but they make sense to me. And I'll find the one thing in the room that's my boyfriend's, and complain about him leaving it out.

I'm pretty clean, hygienic and all that, but sometimes when I come home, I throw my coat over there, take one shoe off here, one shoe off there, but I'm not dirty.