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it was a good day, didn't even have to use my a-k

actually, it seemed like a lucky day yesterday evening. i don't know when is the last time i had any sort of good luck, because, well, bad luck seems to always follow me around, like my little asche.

yes, bad luck's little brown eyes follow me around, looking so sweetly up at me, telling me, "wait for it, wait for it" and then bam, suddenly, there is a big pile 'o shit on my floor.

so yesterday, z and i are heading up to the 7-11. we're walking along, discussing plans of our upcoming d.c. trip, and i happen to look down and see a penny, head side up. so i pick it up and make a wish. z asked me what i wished for, i told him a 35 mm srl digital camera. he told me he would have wished for global healthcare (or something like that) i told him, yes, you would wish for the greater good for mankind, me? i went years doing without so everyone else could have what they wanted, so yeah, i don't have a problem being selfish.

just about the time we finished this conversation, i look down and low and behold, there is a dollar bill laying on the pavement. wow! who'd have thunk it? so i pick it up.

we get to 7-11, pay for our purchases and i decide last minute to buy a scratch off. i never buy these things, maybe once a month if that, and i never pay more than $2, i just refuse to pay anymore (i'm not much of a gambler)ironically, i get a monopoly scratch off. i hate this game. i used to love it as a kid, but the iceback was ruthless in this game and he sucked all the fun out of it. he took the game so seriously, you'd have thought it was real life and he was donald trump.

anyway, so i get home, eat my fruit and decide to play my scratch off. i scratch off my numbers, 3 & 4. i begin scratching off the numbers below, not bothering with scratching off the prizes because let's face it, if you don't have the numbers, it's best not to know what prizes you've missed out on.

the first number is a 3 (yay!) the second a 4, then another 4, then another number, then another 4. wow! i couldn't believe it! the rest of the numbers were moot. never having won more than $7 off of one of these things, i expect the prizes to be $2 each. but there's a $10, another $10, a $20 and another $10. I WON $50! i couldn't believe it.

that will buy me a new dress and a new pair of shoes for the wedding.

dang, it's about time i had a glancing flirtation with lady luck.



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