I don't clean, I don't make the bed. I spend my salary. I worry a lot. I just don't worry about socks on the floor.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm not a clean freak. My house is a mess.
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 a freak of neat. The kitchen has to be clean.
I'm not a neat freak. I don't mind things being messy but I mind them being dirty. I just can't relax in a dirty environment. I like things organized.
I need to feel as if everything is clean and in its proper place before I can even attempt to write one word. At least, that's what I tell myself. I make the bed, I put away the dishes, maybe I dust, maybe I do the laundry, maybe I go to the post office.
Literally, my job is I make socks. That's all I do.
I have the same bedroom I've always had. It's clean and tidy when I get home, and after two or three days it gets messy and my mother nags me.
I'm an absolute clean freak. I'll go to my friends' houses and even start cleaning. I'm such a granny at heart. My couch is my best friend.
I'm really good at laundry, and I have no problem cleaning the kitchen.
I can't wait to get home and wash all those socks.