Well, that fucking sucks.
Three times life has taken the piss out of me in the last two/three days.
Number 1: I played the lotto hotpicks, in the UK.
For anyone who doesn't know what that is, it's where you can choose to play a certain number of numbers in the lottery, so instead of playing all 5 or 6, you can play 1 or 2 or 3 or 4 or all the numbers and then basically say: for example; I think 3, 4 and 5 will come up in the lottery. Makes sense right? It means that you're not hoping for the exact 5 numbers, you're only hoping for 1 or 3 or whatever of your numbers to come up out of those five. It's basically for all the times you play the lottery and get two or three numbers right. In this, instead of getting a few quid, you get £60 (for 2 right numbers) or £800 for three. As you can expect I play three numbers.
So, I played the hotpicks. The lottery numbers were 08, 30, 40, 50, 54, 57. I played ten chances to win the hotpicks and one of my ten picks was 12, 27, 57. Ok, one match, no win. Fair enough. However...... ANOTHER one of my picks, ..............was............................................................................................................................................ 08.......................30...................AND FIFTY FUCKING SIX.
I swear to god I'm fucking livid right now.
Now you're probably wondering what this has to do with this forum, it's about lotto numbers right? Doesn't make sense.
Well, here's the beauty of it.
I've, as you'll have seen from my watchlist, been watching some pretty darn gorgeous coats. Many are very expensive. Now, I'd LOOOVE to buy some. ESPECIALLY the blue Ted Baker.
Now, if I'd won the hotpicks, I'd have over bid for all of them, won them and I'd be going back to lincoln to find some beautiful coats waiting for me.
Ok, I didn't.
Well, here's where it gets worse.
NUMBER 2: I'm going along my merry way. I've decided I'm going to play ten numbers each week. Good idea right? Ok. I'm gonna do it, and then I'll just buy them hopefully on my next play.
OK. Then I log onto Ebay yesterday. And what in the world do I see? The red Windsmoor that I'd REALLY wanted has been SOLD. Yeah, life's gone and screwed me again. So, now I can't get that. Ok, no big deal, the Ted Baker is still there, it's not been bought yet, obviously, it's not even had any bids. Ok. Cheer up. You'll just buy the Ted Baker.
Yeah, no....
Strike NUMMMBBBERRR THREEEEEE!!!
Number three:
Today, I wake up. I've got to buy that Ted Baker. I wake up and I see.......someone's bid for it. Ok. Ok. Ok. I can deal with this. Can I afford it? Possibly, ok. I'll I've do get Paypal to pay for it the long way round. I've just got to bid. So I do. I bid £20. AND I'M THE HIGH BIDDER!!!!! YAAAAAY. No, wait, it'll probably go for more than that. Ok, let me bid more, let me bid £25. Ok, I can't watch. Let's just hope that for once, life doesn't fuck me.
Question guys: is there any point after what's happened over the last three days in hoping that life DOESN'T screw me? Like, logically, it's just stupid right? Logically, I should expect that even if I bet a million i'd still lose it right? Life is just intent on hating on me right? There's just no way around it, just a law of nature, I'm gonna get screwed by life right now no matter what I do?
I should have figured that out and just gave up. I didn't.
The Ted Baker, cheapest one I've found on Ebay, proper lining, looks nice, only jacket on Ebay I'd have bid OVER someone else's bid (because usually if someone's bid for something expensive I work on the assumption that their max bid is quite high and it's just going to be too expensive for me to buy) sold today for £29.
I've learnt a valuable lesson today: life hates me.
So, now, the cheapest expensive jacket on my watchlist by a mile has now gone, PLUS it's the cheapest proper Ted Baker in the style I like. PLUS, to buy another one, I now HAVE to win the hotpicks coz I'm not gonna get any work at the moment and the other ones are WAAAY out of range of what I can afford right now.
I sincerely fucking hate life right now.
So yeah. That's just another few days in the life of moi and the life of a guy with a satin fetish and very little bloody money.