Everyone seems to think this desk is Lindy's desk. But it is not. Lindy's desk really is covered in beach sand (just as Fnarf pictures it to be).

It was my desk that was the cluttered, pig pen of a desk covered with four-and-a-half-inch-high piles of diet soda cans, Fiji water bottles (I do NOT want to be Tom Cruise, by the way), and dozens of unopened CDs (WHY DO PEOPLE STILL SEND ME CDs? STOP IT. SEND A LINK.), books, and other crap.

Lindy is innocent. I'm sorry my desk was so disgusting.

And look, I cleaned!