I Don't Want It
I may have already won about 600 million dollars. I don't think I want it. Can you imagine the people that would want to talk to me? I don't want to talk to them. Can you imagine the people who'd be asking me to lend a hand? I'd be harrassed from morning through noon to night. No freaking thank-you. And since I've been handed a lot of crap that I don't want recently perhaps the lottery gods, who are more likely to hit me with falling airplane parts than bless me with the winning ticket will bless me with the chance to be eternally bothered until I go completely off the rails. I'm 30 seconds off that pace anyway. Yet I listened to the news in the middle of Thursday night... The first anchorman (and did you hear Ron Burgundy is back) told me that her coworker was off tonight before starting in on her newscast. "I'm Melinda, Robert is off tonight." Why the hell do I care if Robert is off? Rubbing it in? "Mega-Million-Man...