Kevin Jonas Quotes

My house is very clean apart from a very small part of it that looks as if we've been burgled, which is my office.

The minute I get into a hotel room, I scatter my stuff everywhere. It's like a bomb site within a minute. So I suppose that means I'm trying to nest.

Hmm... my bedroom's really messy. It's probably the messiest bedroom you could ever think of. Like, you think it's messy, but when you go there, you can't see one bit of floor anywhere. Clothes, makeup... I'm getting sent loads of clothes and stuff, so it's just piling up everywhere. I've to jump over it in order to get into my bed.

I'm very unorganized.

I'm not married, I frequently use my debit card to buy things that cost less than three dollars, and my bedroom is so untidy it looks like vandals ransacked the Anthropologie sale section. I'm kind of a mess.

You can literally walk into my apartment and sit on a hat; you can step on a hat; you can probably open up the refrigerator and find a hat tucked under some rotten food. I have a lot of hats.

Packing is always a nightmare.

My worst habit is probably that I'm extremely messy. I'm a big scatter-brain - I'm always losing my car keys, or worse, forgetting where I parked my car in the car park.

I got shoes literally all over my house.

My worst habit is my untidiness. It bewilders my family, the degree to which I can create absolute chaos around me.

I'm a mess, and I'm messy. I'm very, very bad at organizing myself.

Clutter is my natural habitat.

I like messy. What fun is tidy?

I'm definitely a messy person... I know where everything is but I just can't organize. I don't make lists and find scripts on the laundry machine, and under my bed, or in the bathroom, kitchen. It's bad, I really need to take control.

To say that I am organized is an understatement, but my car tells a different story.

At home I've got 1,500 cook books and the spines have all gone, the pages are all torn - it's chaos.

I can be very messy and disorganized. And I don't throw away anything.

By the end of Fashion Week my apartment is covered with makeup and clothes and shoes. Everything you can think of.

I am a terrible mixture of being organized, controlling, but chaotic. My desk is monstrous.

I don't really have a domestic inclination. Even my apartment has a semblance of a storage facility. It's just stacks, there are no bookshelves, just books and piles of stamp collections and weird little sewing and knitting projects.

I have a living room full of clothes. It's insane.

I'm the biggest slob in the world. My apartment is a mess.

I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it!

I'm actually an incredibly disorganized, messy person.

I am like that guy on the 'Odd Couple,' and it is not the neat guy. I go into my room and find pieces of pizza under the laundry.