I didn't win.

It hurt. The moment the numbers were posted on powerball.com and it was revealed that not a single one of my 22 tickest was a winner I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that everything I had been planning for the past two hours about my new millionaire life was not going to occur. No "Congrats I won the lottery" party in Hawaii next week (I thought Hawaii would be good in case some of my friends don't have passports) no Kings of Leon to play at the party, and I was going to have Miley come and play, as well-(for the kids)... No new basketball court for Norfolk Senior High named the Wolfe Den. All my dreams just dissapeared faster than it took me to spend $22 on supid tickets. And I worked hard for that money. There are very few people in this world that I allow to let me feel insecure and those damn snubby workers at Plato are one of the few. I don't know what it is about them, I mean they work at a second hand store for God's sake but everytime I bring in clothes I get kind of dressed up and try to look nice because I know they are judging me. And then they rudely go through my bag just tossing aside some of my favorite old shirts, you know nothing is ever good enough for Platos. I think you have to bring in clothes with the tags still on them if you want to get a decent amount of money back. So what do I do with the small amount of money they give me? I blow it on lottery tickets. Spoken like a true WT. So here I sit now, $22 more broke,drinking hot chocolate and schnapps all by my lonesome. Hmmph.
Let me give one public service announcement quickly, if you haven't already, text Haiti to 90999 to donate $10 to those poor Haitians. It will appear on your phone bill, its for the Red Cross. I watch a lot of tv, so I've been wrapped up in this catastrophe, and its bad shit over there. So don't be a stingy piggy American. Do it. Thank you.