Ultimately, I'm a mess. I don't mean I'm a mess, like, emotionally - I mean, I think probably everybody's a mess. David's a mess. But. I'm talking about... I'm messy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.
I'm the messiest person I know.
I bring to my life a certain amount of mess.
I'm actually an incredibly disorganized, messy person.
The thing with me is, I'm both untidy and I hate mess. But I'm not untidy in communal spaces, like living rooms. My bedroom is havoc.
If someone messes with me, I'm going to mess with them.
Clean up your own mess.
This life is messy.
My sister is a mess. I love her to death, but she is a mess.
Comedians take a neat situation and turn it into a mess. And in my books I do the same thing, but it's the other way around. I like to mess around with mess. A mess is only a mess because someone tells you it is.