Your first car is special and is something you'll always remember, and it should have a special name too. Bobby's car had a special and embarrassing name.
We all have done it at some point in our lives, and most of us still do it as adults. The question is, are you brave enough to admit it like Liberty did?
Normally you'd have to pay big bucks for 'treatment' like that. Liberty and I recently found a free and easy way to clear our conscience. We call it a Cubicle Confessions.
I remember reading somewhere that your closet is basically a look inside your real life. Since mine is either semi-organized or a complete disaster, this seems to be true for me.