Fiona's lament reminds me of my own home and the apartments I've lived in before. For some reason, and I'm not sure how it happened, but there was always one closet or cabinet or drawer that became a black hole of...of...stuff. One might even go so far as to classify all of it as junk, but the contents have proven itself useful, albeit in only specific situations: Certain things that ended up in these areas were coolers from previous camping trips, a box of art supplies, a crate of extra computer and telephone cables, old term papers from college, etc. Inevitably, when something goes missing, I let out a huge sigh and announce that I'm about to enter the Black Hole...and after an hour or two, I always come back from a trip down memory lane ("Hey! I remember this bag of felt! It's from Halloween when we all made Team Zissou patches for our sweaters!") and whatever it is I might have been looking for.
There have been many heroic attempts at organizing the Black Hole...however, it tends to slide back into a comfortable chaos after a few months. For some reason, the cleanliness standard that I enforce in the rest of my home doesn't seem to apply to the Black Hole...maybe it's because I can shut the door on it and pretend it doesn't exist until the next time I need to find an extra USB cable.
Do you have a junk drawer, a messy closet, or even your own purse or bag that you let slide?