One of the things about living alone is that you're more, say, casual about cleaning.
This came to bite me in the ass yesterday when I thought I would be going to a friend's house to celebrate her birthday and, as it turned out, the party came to my house. So everybody got to see how messy my place is.
But the birthday girl set me straight, calling my place "artsy." So, yeah, that's what I'm calling it now.