My old car was that way. I remember a friend climbing in for a ride and being so embarrassed that the back seat was full of empty beverage bottles. When I finally got a new car, I told myself “no more.” 18 years later, the car looks its age on the interior but it’s not full of trash.
My desk, on the other hand, is still just piles of stuff loosely organized by “newest on top.” 😒
My room is a nightmare of a mess and I’m not a drug dealer. We exist
My car is sadly very reflective of my mental state.
My old car was that way. I remember a friend climbing in for a ride and being so embarrassed that the back seat was full of empty beverage bottles. When I finally got a new car, I told myself “no more.” 18 years later, the car looks its age on the interior but it’s not full of trash.
My desk, on the other hand, is still just piles of stuff loosely organized by “newest on top.” 😒