teh hoodie

so i had a light bulb go off today.


shocking... i know. i figured out why i like big, baggy hoodies so much. no no... it has nothing to do with how cumfie they are. ... nor the fact that are spelled hoodies. ... and although i do look enticingly cute with a hood on. ... and aside from the fashion statement/weather protectant tool combo those things have going for them...


it is because they are my ultimate comfort food... so to speak.


let me explain:

wearing them reminds me of boyz. you see... when you are in a relationship, or even just close to a guy... there is this sick sort of flirting thing that girls partake in.

... it's called stealing.

snatching their hat is a good example. even if it is always sweat-stained and smelly... if he lets you hold onto it for a while, after chasing you playfully for a spell... or better yet... if he lets you keep it forever- you're golden.

but for me... my favorite... especially during the fall... has gotta be yoinking his favorite, 3 sizes to big for me sweatshirt. and because i have always had a weak spot for grungie, skatie hotties... it usually ends up being a hoodie. it's just a plus of being in a relationship, i guess... my wardrobe doubles (well, let's be honest here... in most cases... triples). and they dig it because then they get their clothes back smelling like me (and those of you who know... you know i smell damn fine).

so over the past 2 and a half (oh dear freaking lord) years... i have managed to collect a ridiculously large assortment of hoodies to fool my subconscious into thinking i still have that warm, safe, bear-hug of a boy's arms around me.


i am so adorable... in a sad, pitiful sort of way. sigh.