When I lived alone my place looked like this, only worse. Imagine random piles of useless stuff closing in from all sides of the room. I even had all my clothes on the floor. And my books. It was horrible.
Now I am at least resonably tidy, but I still love just putting stuff somewhere and leaving it there for a month.
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I wouldn't mind fucking a pig in a pig sty house, going to work to take care of it, and loving it for the rest of my life until death does us part.
but I mean a real pig.
There's a thought!
But what you show is not too bad.
A-- oh no you di-int!
When I lived alone my place looked like this, only worse. Imagine random piles of useless stuff closing in from all sides of the room. I even had all my clothes on the floor. And my books. It was horrible.
Now I am at least resonably tidy, but I still love just putting stuff somewhere and leaving it there for a month.
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