Wednesday, September 24, 2014
So, I'm getting ready to go out and I pull my favorite sweater down from the shelf in my closet and as I do I say, "Favorite Sweater!" Then I looked at the sweater that had been my favorite up until I bought this one in a thrift shop in New York this past spring. I legitimately felt bad for my previous favorite sweater. I thought maybe it heard me and got its feelings hurt. I am an accidental asshole, but apparently I have unusual empathy for sweaters. Or I'm just bat shit crazy. There's always that.