Lottery
I hate girls.
I live with 3 three of them, 2 of which seem to take issue with my very existence. For this past Valentine’s Day Alex bought me a huge, beautiful bouquet of Birds of Paradise, my absolute favorite flower. T’s boyfriend bought her a beautiful bouquet of red tulips. We both put them out on the dining room table that night. I went away that weekend, and I when I got home someone had moved them onto my desk, out of the main area. They weren’t dead and they weren’t shedding. T’s flowers were still out, and remained out on the main counter for weeks, long after they had shriveled and browned.
I’m in a sorority that thinks we’re still in high school and that there are still cool kids. I was never a cool kid, and I was never a bitch. In a small sorority, that’s, like, a capital offence. My reputation has been sentenced to death and is currently on 2nd appeal.
I’m running out of options. The Governor is not sympathetic. My reputation’s death will be quick and painless and “humane.”
I feel like this year should end with a neat little wrap up; a “moral of the story” page, really any sort of sign from god would be great.
I’ll take a lottery ticket with the winning numbers scratched off for me, thanks.
