easy come, easy go...

*sigh*

i wish i hadn't wasted so much time reading up on how m.c. hammer blew his millions, and read something about actually investing my winnings instead.

after a whirlwind wowee-wow-wow-i-won-the-lottery spending spree, i humbly return to you as the poor white trash you remember.

i bought a box of stale jelly bellys, and after that there wasn't even enough of my winnings to cover a matinee ticket to cold mountain. i had to use four more dollars of my own money for that.

still, it was nice to lord over the rest of you poor hoi polloi for one day.

don't get too comfortable with calling me slob, jerkface, lame-o, and all your other petnames, though, because i may win four dollars again on saturday and then i'll have enough to get rid of you and make it look like an accident.

p.s. cold mountain was really good, but my stupid everythings-a-comedy-movie brain kept interrupting me when famous people would show up on screen. like when natalie portman was trying to get jude law to stay, in my brain she was saying "you should sleep with me, baby, because i'm an intergalactic space princess".