Help! I'm Drowning in a Pile of Converse!

As summer comes to an end, and fall (along with the horror of school) sneaks around the corner to try to surprise me (which they inevitably do), it begins to become apparent that the number shoes I own is ridiculous. Okay, the number of shoes I own is probably normal, it's the number of converse that is really starting to become a problem. I own 6 pairs of converse, not to mention I really want a pair of navy blue high tops solely because Amy, from Doctor Who, was wearing a pair in the weeping angels episode. Plus, they'll match practically everything. But, if I buy them, which of course I will, I will own one pair of converse for every day of the week. Also, I own 6 (going on 7) pairs of converse and only 2 pairs of heels. One of which was a hand me down and doesn't fit well. It's probably for the best because I only wear them when I absolutely have to, and whenever I do I always trip. The sad thing is that owning this many converse doesn't even appall me in the least. I actually think it's awesome. Which I suppose is the problem with addiction, you don't really see the error in your ways.