the world inside my head

What would you think if you came home to an empty house one day and every light in your house was on, two out of three televisions were blaring, random boxes of craft supplies were blocking your path, a blender was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor and the whole apartment reeked of burnt cheese dip?
Would you think that maybe you had been robbed or that someone that hates you had ransacked your house? You might think that, if you've never lived with my roommate.