I was a guest on Oprah once and the producer made me cry while my makeup was being done saying that they'd cut us out if my answers weren't perfect.
But if one of you came to my apartment, you would find... well, you'd think that a tornado had been here and that you should look for me under the rubble! And if you came in my room you would find something that looked like the organization room for a rummage sale. Oh, and a lot of Bob Dylan posters.
The cleanest part of my apartment right now is... the litterbox (it's totally clean right now because I just washed it out)