Shop 'Til You Drop

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.