GET MY VISA, STAT!

The cold and bitterness of winter has brought the need for crucial retail therapy. It is not enough that I window-shop and throw covetous glances at store displays. I MUST PURCHASE.

I am not in need of anything in particular. I just want to wrap the old me with new nonessentials. I want to be asked, "Would you like the receipt in the bag?" I want to power walk around the mall with bundles dangling from my arms.

"My moniker is Gypsy In My Soul, and I am a Shopaholic."