i am addicted to sales. there. i said it. i don't know how this came to be. i'd like to attribute my addiction to the endless hours i spent at the mall with my mother and sister. she was getting into the shopping age while i was still in the dragged-around-everywhere-by-mom-because-she-can't-leave-me-home-alone stage. whatever the case, something caused/allowed this part of my heart to grow into a little monster with a mind of its own that just goes crazy whenever it sees "--% OFF" and "[season/time of year/holiday] SALE" signs. it goes crazy, and then attempts to convince the more sober parts of me that i really do need that plastic bb gun, or that two flashlights for the price of one is really an awesome deal, or that i'm never going to see another xbox 360 for $150 again. it comes THIS close to winning ever single time. i'm addicted to sales. and i think it makes sense, however bad it is. deep down, this addiction is really just the manifestation of the hollow dream that satisfaction is not at all costly, that happiness can be had on the cheap. it just isn't true. happiness is the most expensive thing you can ever attain. it'll cost you your life, and more. but even then, it's a pretty good deal.