Sweater theft.

This week has been strange and kind of rough. I've been feeling antsy and unsettled for no apparent reason. I'm still grieving an old failed relationship. I'm trying to get used to studying (something I haven't done in two years.)I met a cute kid and had fun then he flew away. I'm starting a new morning shift tomorrow and I just don't want to. My head hurts and I'm pretty sure it's because of my wisdom teeth. I've been seeing alot of Kristina which is cool but I feel like I need to take some sort of drug to help ease the transition from no Kristina to lot and lots of Kristina.

And, to top it all off, I've begun collecting sweaters. Now, let me clarify: I'm collecting from boys I've gone out with, and they have no knowledge of it. In other words, I'm stealing sweaters. I honestly didn't even realize that it was a pattern until I was on sweater number 3. I was looking in my closet and thought: Holy crap. I stole three sweaters in the past two weeks without even realizing it!

Worst/Best of all, I have no intention of returning them. HA! It is borderline empowering. How exactly do you steal a sweater, on a date, without him noticing? It's a complicated science, and maybe one day when you are older I'll tell you about it sometime.


Now I have to ask myself...am I a klepto? I've never had issues with theft before. Do I just like how the sweaters look? Not particularly, only one of them looks good on me. Why only boy sweaters? Mostly because that's all I have access to, plus they smell nice. Oooooo there it is. These have been sweaters from boys that smell really good. Is this the inspiration behind the compulsive sweater-stealing? Am I just that pathetic and lonely?

I don't even care about the answer to that. I've got me some good-smellin' sweaters.