Shhhh... don't tell anyone

I always tease my mom for going to the 99 cents store and buying totally useless things. I mean, there's no way any of that stuff could be good quality if it's only a dollar (a full drill bit set for example). But of course I find myself there the other night trying to find somethings I need, not caring about the brand of the products, and to my astonishment I find a box of seashells. In no way do I need seashells, everything is telling me to walk away "that's not what you came here for", but as I reach for that little box, nicely packaged with a pretty raffia bow, I somehow feel like I've discovered a precious treasure in the sea of commerce. I walk further down the isle and see some eyeshadow, I need more eyeshadow, and there it goes, in the basket. As I stand at the checkout, watching my items pass by on the conveyor belt, that little voice in my head is labeling each item "need, need, want, want, totally unnecessary, want, need." This is where the guilt would normally start to build, but I realize, I've only spent 10 bucks, big deal. I confidently grab my bags, take my receipt, and walk out those automatic doors, dreaming of the thing I'm going to do with those freak'n awesome seashells.