I’m actually kind of speechless here. I measure people’s sloppiness against my own. Trust, this single lady that’s lived alone since Pompei was a thriving city can get seriously messy sometimes. Actually really slovenly. Ok I’m totally gross.
So I can’t really judge other people’s messy behavior. Until today. Today’s Dater makes me look anal and for that I love her. But I also fear her. LOOK AT THAT SHIT. And do I see a graduation photo of some kid floating through that sea of crap? Save him! Sorry Dater, but your sweater meat needs to be 10 times more impressive for anyone’s peepers to wander away from that catastrophe you call a dresser.
Your hoarding? Is tragic.
Editor’s note: I’d like to introduce my new ghetto photo editing software that allows me to censor names with whimsical symbols and drawings instead of boring black bars. When I see some of these Daters, I just want to turn the oven on full blast and crawl inside, so a dash of whimsy somewhat gives me back my urge to live. Hope you enjoy it.