|Unionbay jacket, my husband's t-shirt, Pacsun jeans, New York and Co. wedges|
Don't you hate it when you accidentally steal things from your job? Like, for example, when you work at a shop that sells many items, including jewelry, and you put on a necklace when you're there, and then you leave and drive home and you're walking up the entrance to your apartment building and you realize you're still wearing it? And then, since you can't really do anything about it at that moment, you keep wearing it when you go to your friends' house and watch Punch-Drunk Love? Man, I hate that.