Monday night I sort of won the lottery. I thought everything was going to be fine forever. Then 24 hours later I was crying, sobbing in my house at 1am. Turns out even as a certified Rich Person I still have hurt feelings, PMS, insecurities, anger, frustration, and all kinds of other negatives that can make me cry. I still fight with my boyfriend. I still have stress about my family.
Also all the money is already on all my debt and there is none left and I still owe on one Visa and my papers aren't written and I am stressed and scared and don't know how to get them done and I hate my skin and and and... so basically everything is exactly the same as when I usually post on Livejournal! But! But! I got to tell RBC to fuck-off, Carleton to fuck off, and Bell to fuck off, and that was pretty amazing. So maybe it's not exactly the same.
My first act as a Rich Person was to buy a magazine about having a dog, because Carrie Underwood was on the cover with her dog, who looks exactly like my dog. I have had Hazel for almost a year now, and until last night I didn't realize that I have been owning a dog all wrong! Turns out I need a magazine about it. I am so lucky that I wandered into Chapters to kill time between my shift downtown and Jesse's event. I learned about how to be rich. Don't forget that Carrie Underwood is just like us. She shops at Rainbow Foods.