What's Your Vice?

Everyone has some sort of addiction. For some its gambling, for others it may be alcohol, marijuana, or narcotics. I'm cool on the contraband for the most part aside from hitting a joint occassionally if someone passes it to me (I mean, it IS rude to decline), so I replace those vices with shopping. I seriously believe I have a shopping addiction. I'm the kind of person who no matter where she goes, has to buy something. Even a routine run to the drugstore turns into an opportunity to purchase yet another powder pink nail color or yet another unnecessary hair product.

Case and point: Today I went to Target (Tarjay if you are buying clothing) simply to pick up shaving cream, Aleve, and gum. First off, I was set up for failure as soon as I walked in the store because the clothing department was the first section I saw. I figured I would go over and browse a little. Then I began to think, well, I did tell myself I was going this weekend to pick up a couple of items to wear to work, so why not see what they have here? The next thing I knew I had 5 shirts in my hand, Aleve, no gum or shaving cream, a DVD (Me, Myself, & Irene...it was only $7.50!) and a CD holder. Wtf? I only left the store with one item that I originally went for.

I pretty much do this whenever I go shopping. I enjoy the act of browsing, picking through stuff, and piecing together clothes. I like buying pretty things that make me feel fabulous although most of the time I'm broke as a joke. My rationale is, hey, I'm broke, but I still need to look good! There is nothing worse than being broke and looking like shit. And on the real, I work hard for the little money I do make, so the least I can do is reward myself with something nice.