Money, money, money

Sorry about the last post and it's negative content. I am happy now.

I loaded my pockets with change today before I left for work. I owe about a bazillion dollars to the pop fund, so I thought I shouldn't wait until payday because I am already forgetting how much I owe. I walked in the door and began to deposit my change in the designated coffee can. The receptionist walked into the lounge and asked me what the heck I was doing. I told her about my debt. Then, she asked me for a dollar to join the lottery pool. I fished four quarters out of my pocket as she stood there laughing.
I have never joined the lottery pool before. No one has asked. I was thrilled to be a part (you may have already noticed that I am very easily excited), even though I don't believe in gambling. Well, I don't believe in going to casinos...and I wouldn't ever buy a lottery ticket on my own (Can you say "hypocrite?") because it is not really the smartest thing to do. Well, maybe it is if you are a very lucky person who wins everything.
Anyway, I added a dollar. Five tickets were bought. The Power Ball is up to $300 million. Wowza! I could use some millions of dollars. I have it all planned in my head....I would get about 14 million. I would give my parents 10 million. I would give Aunt Lori 1 million and I would give our old friend 1 million. That would leave me with 2 million. That's plenty. Do you know how many pairs of shoes I could buy with that much money? Dude, that's like A LOT of shoes.
Wait. Maybe 14 is too much for the 'rents. I mean, they couldn't possibly use it all in one lifetime. I am a lot younger...more to look forward to...hm...They would get at least 8. I would only need 2, so I would donate a whole lot to worthy causes like the library building fund and I would adopt a bunch of those kids that have the flies on their faces all the time, then I would buy some houses for kids to live in and buy some people to take care of them. They would be good people. I would quit my job, well, maybe not...I like my job...I could volunteer. I would volunteer all over the community and help all these kids that have nothing to do but join gangs and smoke pot. I would build a ginormous skate park and a roller rink and a 24/7 bowling alley and a gigantic ball pit and I would hire security guards to watch the kids because the parents obviously don't. Then they would love me and I would be their best friend. I love kids. I want to help them all and make them all happy. There are so many sad kids that never smile. I would buy a rollercoaster for them. They would smile. No clowns because clowns scare even me. *shudders*
That was a big-ass paragraph, huh? If none of this makes sense to you, well, that's okay. I'm just rambling. It's good to ramble every once in a while. It clears the mind.
I would buy horses for my sisters and I would make it to where everyone I know that wants to adopt a puppy or a kitten or a llama or a killer whale will have money to take care of them all the days of their lives. Doesn't that sound nice?
You know what? Money sucks. If only there wasn't such a thing this would be a happier place.