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I'm going to say something that is going to shock you.
Well, not really, because this will come as absolutely no surprise to anyone who's known me for half a second. They say the first step into getting help is admitting you have a problem, so here I go....I'm a shopaholic. I know, I know, your first clue would have been the piles of bags and gifts and outfits that clutter up my already-too-small-apartment (sorry, Debra, I *tried* not to overclutter....but I failed), but I can't seem to stop. I love shopping. Do I need the things I shop for? Hardly ever. But if it's on sale, how can I resist? Luckily my car will be paid off in January and then I can put some of that money towards my neverending credit card bills (they seem to have something to do with my problem) and that will be a huge relief. In the meantime, I need to get a grip. I need to actually sort through what I have and stop buying more stuff. Presents are my worst thing. I buy and buy and buy and forget what I bought so I buy more. Walk. Away. From. The. Sale. Rack. Perhaps I should enter shopaholic rehab? Man, I need a lot of rehab. Do you think they have a gift shop at rehab? See, look at me, I'm ridiculous.
1 comment:
I feel like my OCD is causing you guilt.
: )
You do know that I'm somewhat of an addict too, it's just that mine is the other extreme.
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