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Oh my god, shivers! Somebody work some double duty to rescue me from this oncoming flu and my shameless shopping addiction!

I feel as if I must turn the heat up in my apartment and get under the covers and chill. Or rather, get nice and toasty. Ever since Sunday I’ve pretty much felt like shit. Uncle K and I dropped some mad money at my new favorite store, Cache [I'm boycotting Bebe, their shit falls right apart, it's cheap, cheap, cheap! I can't believe I've overlooked Cache all this time - well, except once, when I bought a black evening gown for the American Dream pageant back in 2001 - or was it 2002? Who knows.]

Then I went back the next day. For more. Self-indulgent, I know -but hey, wardrobe-wise, I’m now set up for the winter…besides, I don’t fit into my size 0 and 2’s anymore. In other words, I really don’t have shit to wear! So I’ve discovered that I’m now a size 6 in dresses and a 4 in pants. I swear to God, their clothes feel as if they were tailor made for someone with my exact proportions. I mean, how can this be possible? How do they know to leave room for my ass, quads, and lats? How can it fit so snug and perfect at the waist? I fell in love with just about everything I tried on. That’s why I had to have it all!

“Oooh, I wish I had your body!” all the girls cooed.  Yes, yes, kiss my ass – you kiss, I spend!  Spend, kiss, kiss, spend – work it, girls!

Yep, next to Nordstrom’s, Cache has the best customer service.  Apparently, I have a lifetime 5% discount and they even reused some woman’s $25 off coupon so I could save a few bucks.  It’s inspired me to eventually fire off a letter to headquarters to give ‘em all some mad props.  Those girls are so charming they can talk themselves right into your wallet.

If it’s not obvious by now, I’m a clothes addict. I need an intervention.