Pay to Play

My mother was not happy I bought a lottery ticket tonight.

"Why did you buy that?" she asked as I waved the ticket in front of her.

"Uh, 333 million dollars," I scoffed.

"Do you really think you're going to win 333 million dollars?" she mocked back.

"No, Mom," I explained. "It's not about the money. It's about having the possibility. Having the fantasy. Having the dream. Without the ticket, there is no possibility for the fantasy, but with it, you earn the right to dream."

My mother said nothing and looked away. I don't think she understood my point.

***

I called CJ to see if I had the winning ticket. I sighed, "Looks like I'm going to work on Monday."

"Sorry babe, I only won $7. I won't be able to support your lifestyle," he consoled.

I laughed, "Sure you can. You can take me out for an ice cream cone."

"Sounds good to me."

And maybe that's why I've been hurt so many times, but continue to throw myself back out there. Because, to me, it's always worth a dollar to dream.

The Girlfriend Chronicles: Day 24

Very sad day today. Boyfriend's friend is not expected to make it through the day. Apparently she contracted some flesh-eating bacterial disease. CDC does not know what it is. She's quarantined and being treated by bio-suits.

Asked Boyfriend when was the last time he saw her. Said he hugged her and kissed her on FRIDAY. Have obviously been in contact with Boyfriend since Friday. Been Googling the situation every five minutes to see if anything pops up while visions of The Stand dance through head.

Awessoooooomme.

Maybe will be Molly Ringwald's character and mysteriously immune to the whole thing, deigned to repopulate the planet with Gary Sinise... only not as a brunette. Not a good decision for either Molly or me. Just so long as don't end up with Laura San Giacomo's fate.

Although that silver streak was pretty bitchin'.

The Girlfriend Chronicles: Day 3

Boyfriend called today. Managed to wreck his scooter as well. Asked him if he was okay and said no, so left work early to possibly take him to ER. Instead found him at local tattoo parlor getting another tattoo while he was waiting on me. Said he wouldn't feel anything anyways.

Boyfriend may be crazy.

Friends can't stop laughing at 2 of us as story has now come full circle. His wounds are identical to mine. Bet we look awesome together as mine haven't healed yet. People will wonder who is beating whom. Boyfriend made remark about how smug I feel right now. He's right. This brings his scooter wrecking total to 5 against my 1.

I win.