Too much tv and too much tea make Kristin something-something.
I watched this tv show last night about lotto winners and what they've done with themselves since they've won millions. All of these people are working class and while they all have bought plasma screen tvs for each room of their house, none of them seem to have found a decent hairdresser...
I watched this show huddled under a blanket, wearing a thick wool sweater and long underwear, clutching a hot water bottle and drinking cups of tea. Our heat is broken and even though it's spring, it's still cold and damp, of course. Our flat is okay, but lately everything has been breaking and I'm so tired of living in shitty apartments and paying lots of money for places that fall apart.
£5 million, £15 million, £50 million winners. That's like a billion US dollars, almost. I then began to fantasize what I'd do with even like, £10 million. Of course, buy houses all over the world, throw piles of money at friends and family, buy cars, get a personal trainer, chef and masseuse and all. I even started to pick out particular purchases, like what kind of bed I'd buy, and what kind of piano I'd get. I was so excited about the prospect of all of this that I could not sleep.
I had myself fucking convinced that I won the lotto and was really excited about all my upcoming purchases. It's really sad the power of self-delusion.
Or maybe it was just the cold getting to my brain. I'm really tired of being broke, that's all. Reeeeeeal fucking tired of it. Yeah, I know money doesn't buy happiness, but at least it buys indoor heating.
Love, Kristin
I watched this show huddled under a blanket, wearing a thick wool sweater and long underwear, clutching a hot water bottle and drinking cups of tea. Our heat is broken and even though it's spring, it's still cold and damp, of course. Our flat is okay, but lately everything has been breaking and I'm so tired of living in shitty apartments and paying lots of money for places that fall apart.
£5 million, £15 million, £50 million winners. That's like a billion US dollars, almost. I then began to fantasize what I'd do with even like, £10 million. Of course, buy houses all over the world, throw piles of money at friends and family, buy cars, get a personal trainer, chef and masseuse and all. I even started to pick out particular purchases, like what kind of bed I'd buy, and what kind of piano I'd get. I was so excited about the prospect of all of this that I could not sleep.
I had myself fucking convinced that I won the lotto and was really excited about all my upcoming purchases. It's really sad the power of self-delusion.
Or maybe it was just the cold getting to my brain. I'm really tired of being broke, that's all. Reeeeeeal fucking tired of it. Yeah, I know money doesn't buy happiness, but at least it buys indoor heating.
Love, Kristin