Tuesday I’m speaking to my Godsons mother on the phone, Christina. I hear her breathing hard and walking, heels on tiles, she’s all like cracked out looking for a hit…

A HIT OF TARGET. She’s like I have to let you go, I just got into Target.

Kelley would call me and say “Come on, it’s Tuesday - New CD’s at Target”, which meant being 6 months pregnant left me with no other option but to go to Target, because any excuse to break away from the bed rest, was an oppurtunity not to be missed. This girl was in Target everyday. Picking up random things, housewares, a pajama for her daughter, a shirt, some makeup, etc. This list could go on forever…

My mother.

I can’t even imagine her not being in Target everyday. When I call, I already know shes in Target. She even buys her milk at Target. She’s addicted because its like 2 minutes away from her and its like crack to her, she goes sometimes, “Just to see what they have.”

I’m lucky not to be close to a Target store. Since I don’t have a car, I’m happy not spending money on things I don’t need…

Until someone got me a gift card to Target for Christmas. A nice amount gift card…

And last night,

through the computer,

I became addicted to Target.

I await 3 shipments from Target. 3.

And I delight now in their e-mails that say Hey Ericka in the Inbox, with their whole white and red lettering; I see the smiley faces of people in the ads and the little kids singing Target Christmas songs in that commercial.

I’m all like Targeted by Target. Strange, but ironically true.