A New Year, A New Me Bullshit and How Real Change Happens
January is all about new beginnings.
God, I hate January.
“I won’t drink!”
“No carbs!”
“I’m going to be good!”
“No more sugar!”
C’mon.
First of all, I’m vacationing in Vegas right now, and it’s the land of excess. Like living large. Fast food of every type is everywhere. Steaks so large you need a jumbo platter to serve them. It’s like life on “I’m-going-to-be-so-bad” steroids.
Gamble?
Why yes, I’ll throw my precious money down the drain! I’m being sarcastic. I lost $10 dollars on slots and had enough. I pressed the button, and the dragons didn’t line up.
“What does that mean?” I asked as I pointed to the display. One dragon, one ninja, and something else I couldn’t identify.
“I think it wants you to put in more money,” my boyfriend said.
“I’m done!” I cried. “I’d rather eat dessert than spend more money on this stupid slot machine!”
They ain’t building casinos on my revenue, that’s for sure.
Shopping?
