addicted to the bulls eye

last night, i opened my last 4 pack of toilet paper and then I squeezed almost the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube. what does that signal? it signals my brain to start thinking about my beloved Target. it's been months, which is a good thing, because quite seriously, i am addicted to the store. i can (and have) spend hours there scooping up random items and always seem to spend at least $100 before i leave. today was no different. i decided that i needed to restock on all of the goods that would be running out within the next few weeks. so i trekked up to the nice target (farther than the culver city one, but a lot less ghetto) and ended up coming out with 4 pair of socks, a book, a trashy magazine, some lip gloss (there is a whole new section of target's health care section that carries Boot's products -- the UK drugstore that, if I lived there, I would be addicted to as well), some mascara (do i ever wear mascara? no. but i felt compelled to buy some anyway), some cute little christmas cards with glittery trees on them, ok.....you get my point. random articles that i don't need in addition to the actual things i went to the store for. i'm open to any suggestions on how to beat this addiction.