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I just had to write this...

As much as I hate to admit it, Poco's room is a bit more spic and span than mine. However, it is only so because:

a. He doesn't have a lot of stuff and his room is practically empty save for his bed, a two-seater table, a TV, and a water dispenser. Less stuff means more breathing space, and more breathing space apparently equals a clean and organized abode.

b. Our room only appears dirty and chaotic because Verna's stuff is lying around and is practically seen in every corner. But I'm trying to live with the fact that my roommate is sometimes a messy scatterbrain and that I musn't wait for her to pick a rug if I want to preserve my sanity. Given the chance to relive the moment, there's no way in hell I'm gonna be roommates with her... but I'd still sleep in her room though. Lord knows how much I love this adorable, cuddly she-bear of a lady.

c. Our floor would've been squeaky and heavenly polished if the above mentioned lady just remembered to sweep or wipe off dust from it everyday, or at the very least minded the small bits of mess she makes that horrifyingly accumulates at the end of the day.

d. I admit that my room doesn't have to be the cleanest and that not all people are like me. Yet it still annoys me that a self confessed obcompfreak cannot even be obsessive compulsive enough to be the best - at least where cleanliness is concerned.

e. Gosh it sometimes ticks me when I want to be the best at everything!