*Now* I remember how this fucking shirt has managed to survive like eight moves. It's because every time I move, I try it on, and think, "Hmm, this doesn't look ( half bad )
You know you're a pack-rat when you still own a green, velour button-down shirt that you can distinctly recall wearing to holiday parties in junior high.
I invite you all to share your personal "Why Do I Still Own This?" moments.