Rage-clean

When your girlfriend decides that your room is anything but a habitable place for humans and then proceeds to rearrange all of your belongings in an unfamiliar order and washes your clothes in a rage of fury, not even separating the colours and blacks from the whites.

Your fault buddy.

Person 1: Oh my god, I came home and my room was fucking clean man
Person 2: Really why is that a problem?
Person 1: My girlfriend rage-cleaned and now I actually have to use my wardrobe...
Person 2: Gee, what a conundrum
Person 1: THERE'S LINT ON MY WHITE CLOTHES
Person 2: Maybe you should have washed your own clothes?
Person 1: It's ORGANISED CHAOS