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A message from your friendly neighborhood fatass who has eaten too much Hershey's Special Dark Chocolate today: I bought some totally sweet shoes yesterday and have decided that I need to have a shoe closet like Mariah Carey's installed for all of my little babies. Screw the guest room, visitors can sleep in the hallway. I seriously have no idea why I love shoes so much but I identify with Carrie very well in that respect.

This has been a very addictive weekend: first a shopping trip and new shoes, and now chocolate. I don't deserve (or need) these indulgences but who cares?

What are your guilty pleasures?