That is the term my roommates use to tease me about my bad habit. You see, I keep track of what I wear. (I've admitted to this before). It is not because I don't want to be caught dead in the same outfit twice in a week (Okay, it's partly that. Come on, I have a terrible memory and cannot remember what I ate for breakfast, let alone what I wore the day before). If I didn't keep track, I would probably wear the same thing, every day until I end up hating what used to be my favorite shirt. I do it because I love all of my clothes way too much to neglect any piece. I forget about all of my hidden treasures I have, and by keeping track to avoid repeating outfits. It forces me to dig for gold. Plus, I pay way too much on a college budget to wear something once and forget about it.