so i ran out of notebooks and out of desperation i took an old journal to work with me, and while bored and flipping through the pages i found this:

...i have the (dumb) desire to count how many articles of clothing (of my own) are in my closet. hanging, mind you. not counting the chest of drawers full of clothes that's also in the closet, or the hamper brimming full of clothes.

and the tally...

jackets/coats: 12
skirts: 16
dresses: 25
blouses: 40 approx.
sweaters: 22 approx.

what a creep! if i remember correctly, this was during the holidays, when everyone in town, including my roommate went away to their families, and for some reason i was staying away from mine, and it was like midnight on a friday or saturday and i drank a bottle of wine and ate lots of cheese and bread and was watching the Devil Wears Prada. what a creep.