I feel for Lindsay Lohan. A tripped alarm sent the popo over to her LA home and it was so messy they thought her apartment had been "ransacked." Turns out, this is what it always looks like, and now the whole world knows!
I won't lie: my default mode is messy. I fight the good fight, but sometimes the mess wins. Books where they shouldn't be, clothes thrown hither and thither, the previous night's dinner party dishes sitting in the sink. A busy girl has better things to do than clean the apartment, I rationalize. And then I start cleaning again. . .reluctantly.
Are you neat or messy? If you're messy, do you fight it, or accept it?