My Mess multiplies.

I'm a messy person. It's fact.

My room is a mess. I'm a big slob and can't keep anywhere clean. My car is a mess. My desk in the newsroom is a mess. Well, for the newsroom, I partly blame those who leave random things on my desk and never take them back. I had a pile of PR textbook sitting on my desk for a month until I realized that whoever left it was not coming to take them back. And I couldnt sell them because it said no re-sale.

My mum is not very happy about me living in a mess like this. Even my grandmama yells at me that my room is too messy. But I can't help it. I clean it, and it's messy again. It's like I have elves living in my room and messes the room up evertime I'm gone.

However, I really need to clean it soon. I saw a spider in my room the other day. I hate bugs mroe than anything in the world.

And my dad says that pretty soon mushrooms will start to grow in my room.

And I highly doubt those mushrooms would be edible.

MIYU