Shane's Disorganization Disaster

I bet you think this is just set up...well its not. This is the room I battle through every morning to start my day (thanks to my girlfriend).

The best part about this story is that the first day she moved in I got a lecture on how this house was going to be a shrine and that it should always remain clean. Two years later, I have yet to see the floor for more then my mothers one-week stay for graduation.

This so called "hell of love" can cripple me before I can even get my contacts in...the worst being the plug-ins for all the hair machine things that can violently sabotage your foot. The chair, stool, computer desk, school books and miscellaneous "jewels" that litter the floor are like little girl land mines.

Needless to say this room is visited on a rare occasion and can even be a disaster during my sleeping hours.

I love her to death, but the room...not so much

Thanks,
Shane