The world isn't tidy; it's a mess. I don't try to make it neat.
I am very chaotic; I am always late and walking into things.
I find Donald Trump so haphazard, and that keeps me up at night.
Life itself is a haphazard, untidy, messy affair.
Poetry contains nothing haphazard.
The life we all live is amateurish and accidental; it begins in accident and proceeds by trial and error toward dubious ends.
My cooking is incredibly haphazard, but I've never pretended it was anything else.
To bother about the best method of accomplishing an accidental result.
Improvisation is terribly haphazard.
My life is organized chaos.
Trump is not haphazard. Trump has the ability to improvise at a rally or go off the prompter at some point.
I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.
There's nothing regular about my life at all, really. I don't keep a regular schedule and every day is different. It's all rather chaotic.
My life is just a ridiculous one.
But amid much elegance and precision, the details of life and the Universe also exhibit haphazard, jury-rigged arrangements and much poor planning. What shall we make of this: an edifice abandoned early in construction by the architect?
