It's going to happen!

The winning prize to the local lottery was close to two million dollars the other week and there was only one lucky person who can lay claim to it. Well we do not really know if it’s just a person or twenty other co office workers who have shares to the same winning ticket. What lousy luck then, two million becoming one hundred thousand overnight. But of course it is still a pretty sum of money if you aren’t greedy like me.

So there I was comparing my ticket in hand against the winning numbers. The first winning number matched the first number on my ticket! Hey good start I thought. The second winning number matched the second number of my ticket too! Awesome! A bead of cold sweat came trickling down my forehead. My hands turned clammy. I realized that I could be that sole winner, the one on the road to riches!!! Woooooooo yeah baby! My eyes turned to the third winning number and that’s where it went downhill from there. Like a striker on route to scoring the winning last minute goal to clinch the World Cup and he trips and misses the gaping open goal. What an anti climax.

2009 started with a whimper for the world economy and everyone’s edgy with their rice bowl. But not me because I have this very strong feeling 2009 is going to be my year. The year I’m going to be rich! Rich! Rich! Rich! Woohahahahahahah.. chokes… cough…cough…cough. I need to work on my Dr. Evil laughter. I don’t know why it needs to be that type of laughter. Maybe it’s because money is the root of all evil? Anyway back to my riches story, well not yet but soon. Despite the negative write up on the year for my zodiac sign which states no luck in the lucky money department, I snorted at the report. Who are those experts anyway to poo poo my instincts. I’m master of my instincts, I’m going to win the big lottery and it’s going to happen!

This year! 2009! I’m adamant. It’s in my gut. I’ve been planning the distribution of my wealth in all possible formulation, worked and reworked it till perfection. I deserve to be a winner. 2009 is the year that’s going to make me riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiich! Ok, so that’s what I said in 2008 and the year before that and the year before that and I vaguely recalled making that claim too in 2005. Oh shut it. I hate you all. Oh well there’s always 2010.