2001-06-13 || 5:18 p.m.

|| is that a hot flash or lottery fever? ||

i put in my two dollars and now i belong to a top secret club run by work ladies with stars in their eyes. my speaking of it here would be most likely frowned upon if not strictly prohibited, for both security reasons as well as reasons of the supernatural. jinxes. obstructions of the luck flow. bad chi.

(we bought thirty-two lotto tickets.)

it is all anyone can talk about. 'i want it to be like the commercial. i want us all to come to work and meet up in the bathroom and scream at the top of our lungs.' 'i'm not coming to work tomorrow, are you?' 'we would be on tv!' 'don't say we'll win! that'll jinx it! just say you would like to win.' 'but today is the thirteenth!' 'all the more reason for us to win!'

they all left today winking and nudging each other with elbows. clutching the photocopied pages and foreseeing their future in the numbers.

it would be nice.

i hope this doesn't jinx anything.

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