OrGanIsEd cHAos vs Colour-Coded T-Shirts

Hi All! * wave * This is Kim – yes, the very Kim that’s occasionally mentioned in some of Merv’s postings. Today, Kim’s decided to brighten up this blog with a bit ‘o nonsense [Plus, I have full administrator privileges muaharharhar… But he’s sweet, ain’t he? (Merv, that is)… despite being so overly anal (and slighty OCD) about stuff sometimes, he still gives his gal admin privileges to his blog - hehe * beam *]

Today, I shall talk about the state of my room, versus the state of Merv’s room.

Now… my room usually looks like a tornado ran through it. Okla, maybe not tornado –- a small cyclone p’haps. Once in a while I get into a real anal mood and clear up everything… but in a week it’s back to the usual messy state. Bags on the floor. Clothes on the chair (sometimes on the floor too). Books all around. Wattodo, I just have a lot of stuff! And I like ‘em out in the open where I can reach ‘em! Especially if it’s something I use often.

Now my dearest on the other hand… actually colour-codes all the t-shirts hanging in his room. And can’t bear to have things out of place * groan *! One drawer for shorts. One drawer for towels/sheets. One drawer for odds and ends. One drawer for Kim to keep her mess out of sight * grin *.

Merv says I’ll need professional help to clean up my room and have it in a liveable state. By professional help, he means himself — armed with a few big black garbage bags — bleh. [Hmmm… I might consider it Merv, if you’d do it wearing nothing but a black G-string p’haps.] Truth be told, a man who’s into housework can be quite a turn-on at times * wink *.

Ciao!