Lately I've been watching a lot of those Make-Over shows. They're the ones where friends or family drag them on the show because they look like someone out of Hoarders.
Typically the poor schlump they make over admits that they've "just given up".
Just now I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and saw that I had some chocolate on my mouth. I rubbed it off my face and then wiped it on my shirt.