I envision myself gingerly touching the edges of a gossamer slip of paper, an obsidian bar code engraved upon its tail. I delicately caress a sequence of numbers, the magnitude of its significance unfathomable. I shakily insert the bar code beneath a complex insignia of scarlet lasers, apprehensively observing the screen. I impatiently poise upon rigid muscles, my countenance terse. The machine voicelessly scrutinizes my ticket – my ambitions, my dreams. An eon seemingly elapses, my heart struggling to stay calm. Digital words stiffly pulsate an emerald hue – “
Congratulations! You're a Winner!” My facial structure relaxes – then, twitches into a vulpine smirk. I cradle the air with my trembling hands, visualizing my future self holding a priceless
Pokémon Illustrator, easily obtained by my newly acquired wealth. Yes – I have won...the lottery.
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Le sigh.
Realistically speaking, I want to marry. Children? Perhaps. I've always imagined having twins...
I want to live in California – it's where my boyfriend lives. I feel better – both physically and emotionally when I visit. A possibility? The warm weather. Hey, Canadians dislike cold weather, too!
I have absolutely
zero ideas for my career. I've had whimsical reveries; an athlete, an artist, a police officer, a biologist, a massage therapist...they caressed my thoughts with their whispers, yet they fell upon deaf ears. My ideal workplace would be peaceful – no conflict, no bickering...sweet, serene tranquility. It would require constant movement – I dislike sitting or standing for long periods of time. It would also be slower paced, because my body dislikes moving too hurriedly. I was suggested the option of a yoga instructor. Hmm...
It would be cool to grade Pokémon cards for a living. I love analyzing detail, and it's a subject I thoroughly enjoy.