For the second time ever, I bought a lottery ticket. I don’t generally feel inclined to waste $1 on a 1 in a zillion shot at a few million bucks, but the jackpot was $355MILLION. That’s a whooooole lot of money. Which made the $5 I spent on some numbers quite insignificant. So I figured – why the heck not. You only live once, right?
Shockingly enough, I didn’t win. Why is that shocking? Because for the second time in one week I had convinced myself that I was about to become richer than I could ever imagine. So no, not actually shocking – I’m just kind of delusional when it comes to my aspirations of grandeur. (… I guess.)
But yeah, I didn’t win. Which is a shame. Because… well … do you know how many pairs of Louboutins I could have bought with that?!
“Probably a lot,” you’re saying. You’re right – a lot. My calculator I figured it out & if each pair cost $900 (and yes, I realize $900 is kind of a low-ball), I could have bought 394,444.4 (repeating) pairs of red-soled beauties. I would have bested the editor of Vogue Japan, who has an entire extra apartment for her shoes (… oh hey, she’s my new idol btw). I have no clue how much space almost 400,000 pairs of shoes takes up, but I’d expect that it’s a crapload. If Vogue Japan lady has 4,000 pairs, & that’s 1 whole apartment, I’d need at least 200 apartments (I don’t want my shoes to crowd each other).
… Or I could have done something responsible, such as pay off student loan debt, take care of my family for life generations, buy a house big ol’ mansion, a boat yacht.
So yeah. I’m not a multi-millionaire yet. BUT! Boyfriend refuses to check his numbers because he is having too much fun imaging the possibility of having won & currently being a multi-millionaire. Which is fun & all, I guess. Except it’s DRIVING ME INSANE. So maybe Boyfriend is a millionaire. But apparently, he will never find out. Grrrrr.