…and I have an addiction.

I do.

Are you ready to hear what it is?

…SHOPPING. Specifically, shopping at Target.

I tell myself not to go in, that I will not be lured in by its charms and recognizable bullseye, and I do well for a couple of weeks.  Then inevitably, I feel myself longing for it.  “I’ll be good,” I tell myself.  “I will only buy one thing.”  That’s like an alcoholic saying that he will only have one drink.

Go ahead, judge me if you like.  My vices could be much worse.  I could have a drinking problem. I could be a methhead.  I could be having unprotected sex with a train station’s worth of anonymous men.  But NO, I just like LOOKING PRETTY, OK? DON’T JUDGE ME.  And I could be shopping at Nordstrom’s or something and spending as much on one t-shirt as I did with all the pretty, pretty clothes I bought.

I went to Target last night, made some purchases, and then to another Target this morning to see if they had more clothes. I only bought 2 shirts, but I ended up buying 3 pairs of shoes.  I think I’m in love with this pair right here:

ARE THESE NOT THE CUTEST FLATS YOU HAVE EVER SEEN? HOW COULD I NOT PROVIDE THEM A HOME?

I also bought this badass ring that looks like a snake and wraps around my finger.

Time to go clean out the closet to make room for my latest acquisitions.