It keeps on turning
I should have played the lottery friday. I had this feeling that i needed to. I didnt. Somebody else won the 205 million. Not necessarily saying I 100% would have, but man ya feel like a loser. Id have to give most of my 205 million away, cuz there isnt a whole lot I want. I want a house and a car. And maybe that 3 million dollar apartment on Waikiki beach I saw.
This week I want a new Mustang GT. Forget about the 2005 GT's, they are almost completely sold out and no more will be made this year. The problem with wanting a car of any kind is that without a lot of money, you cant say, buy a car, keep the truck you have, start your own business RIGHT, and create havoc for the church of scientology all at one time. With my 205 million I would have bought the $447,000 house in Waterford Lakes (new orlando) a refurbed 1967 Shelby gt500 produced by this company who's name I forget but they turn out cars 1,000 times better than the originals. And I guess the 3 million dollar apartment in Honolulu. Of course, with all that money Id probably never need to buy anything, just stay in those 3-5 digit a week places when I feel like it. But im giving most of my cash away right? So maybe buying isnt such a bad idea.
I sold a guitar on ebay today almost instantly. If Id have thought it would sell like free money I would have asked more. Oh well. I pretty much have to face reality and acknowledge that I will never really play guitar again. I tried today and the latest rounds of arthrtis/self destruction have left fine motor skills completely retarded. It feels like I've never played before. If I did still play, I tell ya Id buy a new Parker Fly Mojo guitar. Its invulnerable to heat and humidity changes. Bitchin.
Well, ive discovered the most difficult task in the world, other than communicating with teenage girls (i love kids, dont you?) is assembling a swing set. I attempted this with my friend's father in order to enhance the growing-up experience of his grand-daughters and I'd have to say disarming a nuclear facility would be less complex. All the bolts were in my oppinion 1/4" too short, and the key pieces to attach the slide were missing. They gave us 3 extra bags of other shit, but not the parts we needed to build the thing. Of course the slide is the most important piece. I had to resort to placing a 3-year-old on the slide and lifting the back end in the air to manually slide her down it in order to maitain world peace. This is quite fun for her even after repetition 5,073. But who can resist the cuteness.
Today a baby spat up on me. On my boot to be precise. It's never happened before. Possibly because I was bragging about how I have never been spat up on before only minutes prior. I was quite impressed with the projectile nature of the spit-up. Kinda like the Exorcist. She spat up again later on my necklace that I had used to secure her toy to her high-chair. I dont mind. I have a lot of patience for generally well behaved children. I have almost no patience for adults.
Went to NYC the other day, and was surprised at how little traffic there was compared to Poughcrapsie. It only slowed once when police had a vehicle pulled over and were unloading dozens of brown boxes from it while the 7 people who were in it stood looking worried. At one point we stopped by what was formerly a Jewish Socialist commune in the Bronx. I was disappointed that there were no statues of Stalin to be found. I like a good statue of Stalin. They have a certain effect that you just cant get with simple shrubbery.
OH, I also want to buy original David Bowie art with my millions. Its not at all overly expensive, just weird and a great conversation piece. And i aslo want an elephant.
This week I want a new Mustang GT. Forget about the 2005 GT's, they are almost completely sold out and no more will be made this year. The problem with wanting a car of any kind is that without a lot of money, you cant say, buy a car, keep the truck you have, start your own business RIGHT, and create havoc for the church of scientology all at one time. With my 205 million I would have bought the $447,000 house in Waterford Lakes (new orlando) a refurbed 1967 Shelby gt500 produced by this company who's name I forget but they turn out cars 1,000 times better than the originals. And I guess the 3 million dollar apartment in Honolulu. Of course, with all that money Id probably never need to buy anything, just stay in those 3-5 digit a week places when I feel like it. But im giving most of my cash away right? So maybe buying isnt such a bad idea.
I sold a guitar on ebay today almost instantly. If Id have thought it would sell like free money I would have asked more. Oh well. I pretty much have to face reality and acknowledge that I will never really play guitar again. I tried today and the latest rounds of arthrtis/self destruction have left fine motor skills completely retarded. It feels like I've never played before. If I did still play, I tell ya Id buy a new Parker Fly Mojo guitar. Its invulnerable to heat and humidity changes. Bitchin.
Well, ive discovered the most difficult task in the world, other than communicating with teenage girls (i love kids, dont you?) is assembling a swing set. I attempted this with my friend's father in order to enhance the growing-up experience of his grand-daughters and I'd have to say disarming a nuclear facility would be less complex. All the bolts were in my oppinion 1/4" too short, and the key pieces to attach the slide were missing. They gave us 3 extra bags of other shit, but not the parts we needed to build the thing. Of course the slide is the most important piece. I had to resort to placing a 3-year-old on the slide and lifting the back end in the air to manually slide her down it in order to maitain world peace. This is quite fun for her even after repetition 5,073. But who can resist the cuteness.
Today a baby spat up on me. On my boot to be precise. It's never happened before. Possibly because I was bragging about how I have never been spat up on before only minutes prior. I was quite impressed with the projectile nature of the spit-up. Kinda like the Exorcist. She spat up again later on my necklace that I had used to secure her toy to her high-chair. I dont mind. I have a lot of patience for generally well behaved children. I have almost no patience for adults.
Went to NYC the other day, and was surprised at how little traffic there was compared to Poughcrapsie. It only slowed once when police had a vehicle pulled over and were unloading dozens of brown boxes from it while the 7 people who were in it stood looking worried. At one point we stopped by what was formerly a Jewish Socialist commune in the Bronx. I was disappointed that there were no statues of Stalin to be found. I like a good statue of Stalin. They have a certain effect that you just cant get with simple shrubbery.
OH, I also want to buy original David Bowie art with my millions. Its not at all overly expensive, just weird and a great conversation piece. And i aslo want an elephant.