Journal: Lucky

So I was standing in line at the grocery store and looked over at the rack of knowledge (you know, where the magazines are displayed).

A new shinny thing caught my eye - a magazine named _Lucky_. Whoa. What is this? A script containing tales of lust and scoring? I'd certainly feel "Lucky" to hang with the hottie on the cover.

[pick up magazine. read cover sub-heading.]

"The magazine about shopping"

good grief. Let's just cut to the chase like the guy with the sign that reads "need money for beer". A 'zine (that costs money) that is just adverts. How far down does this rabbit hole go? How low can this society sink? Let's open it up and flip through. To be fair, this mag' was _thick_. You are going to get your money's worth of glossy dead tree, baby.

[flip, flip, flip]

holy underwear ads, Batman! This mag has more half naked hotties than Vogue.

This is intense. I didn't actually read anything, just oogled some of the pics. Then it was my turn to check out...