It's 11:12. I know because I've been staring at my digital clock since 11:09 waiting for 11:11 so I could a make a wish. Today my wish went something like this:
"I wish for the best night ever. I wish for fun. Fun with the girl. I hope the band blows my mind and her mind too and in that amazement she finds me amazing. She will fall madly in love with me, and I with her, and we'll be mad for each other for the rest of our days which will be lived out in a raw industrial space turned residential space overlooking the City of Los Angeles; the top floor preferably with a roof deck, where we will frolic with or without clothes, it won't matter. We'll be looking good. Looking good together. On our rooftop. Naked. Looking good. Nothing will sag. Nothing will ever sag. Nothing will wrinkle. Because stress causes these things and jobs cause stress, but we won't have jobs, so we'll just be. Happy. In love. Forever. In our urban haven, living in perpetual youth and leisure."
Then it was 11:12. I don't know how much of my wish I spit out before the digit changed. My eyes were clamped shut. I was wishing very hard this time because my wish was very specific. Usually I go for a more generalized wish, like "love and happiness" which is really quick - so quick that it becomes a minute long mantra repeated until the single digit switch at the end of 60 seconds. But this time my wish was very detailed. It was detailed because there's no part of my wish that could be wishy washy. It was an all-or-nothing kind of wish. Pull one part out and there goes the whole thing. Like Christmas lights on a string. Each bulb counts.
Each.
Bulb.
Counts.
"I wish for the best night ever. I wish for fun. Fun with the girl. I hope the band blows my mind and her mind too and in that amazement she finds me amazing. She will fall madly in love with me, and I with her, and we'll be mad for each other for the rest of our days which will be lived out in a raw industrial space turned residential space overlooking the City of Los Angeles; the top floor preferably with a roof deck, where we will frolic with or without clothes, it won't matter. We'll be looking good. Looking good together. On our rooftop. Naked. Looking good. Nothing will sag. Nothing will ever sag. Nothing will wrinkle. Because stress causes these things and jobs cause stress, but we won't have jobs, so we'll just be. Happy. In love. Forever. In our urban haven, living in perpetual youth and leisure."
Then it was 11:12. I don't know how much of my wish I spit out before the digit changed. My eyes were clamped shut. I was wishing very hard this time because my wish was very specific. Usually I go for a more generalized wish, like "love and happiness" which is really quick - so quick that it becomes a minute long mantra repeated until the single digit switch at the end of 60 seconds. But this time my wish was very detailed. It was detailed because there's no part of my wish that could be wishy washy. It was an all-or-nothing kind of wish. Pull one part out and there goes the whole thing. Like Christmas lights on a string. Each bulb counts.
Each.
Bulb.
Counts.
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