impulsive shopper

I am very, very guilty of impulsive shopping.

When I'm checking out at Target, my eyes thirstily scan the racks for something fun and bright to purchase. A tangy new candy in a snazzily designed tin? In it goes. Lint roller replacement? Toss it in. Hand-held, battery-operated fan with spongy blades? Need you ask?

I try to refrain myself to one item per shopping excursion. Even gum will do the trick. Hey, I'm not proud of being a sucker for slick packaging created by some marketing asshole who always refers to himself in third person. It's just that it's so very pretty and cute. I like it. I want it. And if it costs less than $5, I'm gonna get it.

It could be worse. I could be a COMpulsive shopper, binging on thousands of dollars worth of crap every Saturday. Taking out second mortgages, facing a future of interventions by friends and family members.

So I guess what I'm doing is excusing myself for something I know I shouldn't be doing, but in the grand scheme of things, is pretty harmless. Hey, a pack of tissue always comes in handy. And if they're printed with little globes all over it, well, that's just a bonus.