I think I might be addicted. Today, while walking by a bodega on the way to the subway, a jangling sound from my purse reminded me that I had quarters leftover from yesterday’s laundry excursion. Tempted by the flashing “$50 Million Jackpot” for the New York Mega Millions lottery, I headed inside and bought myself a ticket.
I swear, one of these days, I’m going to win. I read “The Secret” – I know what’s up.
And then I’m going to buy a loft in DUMBO, a Prius, build a music/film production studio, and open a bar with vegan snacks called “Detox” with Jess. And travel to Germany. And take voice lessons again. Work with a private yoga instructor and get weekly massages. Fly my family out to New York to visit more often. Quit my job and start auditioning as much as possible. Buy All-Clad cookware and order from Fresh Direct every week. Hold vegan dinner parties for my vegan friends (the group is growing larger – it’s addictive). Get involved with wine production and learn the family trade. Travel to all the galleries and buy beautiful, original art.
I know that money cannot buy happiness, but I’m already happy… but money could sure buy a lot of fun stuff and alleviate that whole “omg i’m totally broke and living in nyc” syndrome.