shoebox

I love hoodies. They are quite possibly my favorite piece of clothing that was ever created. Besides underwear, of course. I just love wearing them. They’re cozy PLUS they have a kangaroo pocket. You can fit tons of things in that one pocket. Not at the same time, mind you, but just think about it. A nice snack will fit in there. Secret notes from best friends. Or a note from a lover, whichever you prefer. An ipod or your choice of mp3 player will definitely fit in the pocket. OH! Chap stick! Lots of chap stick can go in there. You can always stash a pen in there just incase you need to jot down some hottie’s number. Duh. Anyway, I just really love hoodies. I can’t even describe the love that’s in my heart for them. I get really excited when I find a super cool hoodie for a super good price. It’s like a once in a lifetime event. Hoodie producers know I’m out there and know of my hoodie love, so they make these beyond awesome hoodies and sell them at these ghastly prices. They know who they are. You should be ashamed of yourself for making a poor, innocent person, such as myself, pay that much for a hoodie. Loser. As a hardcore hoodie lover, I have several hoodies. I think I have quite the collection. One day I hope to open a hoodie museum. Or maybe I’ll just have one of those traveling exhibits that goes around to different museums. The collection will explore the pros and cons of hoodies, but mostly the pros. Don’t worry, it won’t be one of those freak shows that travels with circuses. Although, I might be a freak show if I have enough hoodies to make an exhibit.