Georgia Salpa Quotes

But I'll tell you what I'm really bad at: I don't concentrate on what I'm doing, so I constantly lose things. I put my purse in the fridge - I'm one of those people.

I don't know where my phone is half the time.

I'm terribly forgetful. I've lost laptops, cell-phones.

I'm just a black hole for stuff. No one should ever hand me anything, because I get so easily distracted. I'll be like, 'Oh, look, something shiny!' I'm glad I never learned how to drive. I would be really dangerous.

I'm the type of guy to put the water on the stove and then walk away and 10 seconds later be like, 'Come on, boil'!

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

Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week’s time.

In the railroads, some people read clearly printed departure signs and then proceed to ask several times what they say. On airplanes, they demand things they know they cannot have. In their cars, they load up, drive away and then suddenly realize they don't know where they're going.

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.

I lost dozens of pairs of expensive glasses because I'd put them down and then not be able to find them again.

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

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.

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

Like many men, I am highly skilled in the art of losing things but prefer to outsource the recovery process.

Never leave a pen around me - it will be gone.

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.

I lose things all the time. I once left my mother's ashes at a bus stop!

I'm a real dumb-dumb in real life. I'm just book smart. But definitely not street smart. The other day I lost my jacket in a cab. And I'll forget things every time I leave the house.

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.

I lose things. I am preoccupied. I am misty. Eyeglasses? I go through eyeglasses like tissue.

I don't prepare very well. I'm always sort of wrapped up in what I'm supposed to be doing in the moment, and then I suddenly appear someplace, and I'm really not prepared.

I'm naturally all over the place and scatter-brained.

I got cribs all over the place and offices all over the place, and sometimes I lose track of my stuff.

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