...feel proud of yourself?

I was just looking back on old blog posts (which is what I do when I should be going to sleep since my alarm clock is set for 6 am due to seminar catching up.) I'm pretty happy with myself for keeping up the Did you ever... scheme for labeling blog entries.

ON a side note, the lottery thing is kind of wearing off. Though, now that I've started it, I feel like it's hard not to continue. I also learned that you can write off lottery tickets if you save them. At least I get a small tax break. The feeling of excitement noted in a previous post has turned into a feeling of the unliklihood of winning anything. Not so much with the glamorous. Maybe things would get better if I left a waitress one of my lottery tickets as a tip.

Where's a hot waitress when you need one? Oh yeah...Cilantro!

...say a weird sentence?

Tonight I had to say the sentence "...not that I'm trying to equate having cancer with being gay."

Is anyone surprised?

...feel haughty?

I picked something up at the Hyde Park Kroger today. It made me feel pretty fancy. I mean, I don't have a lot of money (still no lottery luck) but the people there don't know that. In the morning, there are 3 types of people at the Hyde Park Kroger:

1. Old people.

2. Moms with kids. (I didn't see any dads with kids)

3. Super fit wives in workout gear.

I was wearing a tie so I think I was going for "young business guy coming into work late."

THe thing about the HPK is the little things. There's an olive bar, for instance; also, there's a liquor store. Can you see the Kroghetto having a liquor store? Probably not. At the deli counter, they had samples of ham cubes but instead of toothpicks, they had stick pretzels! How cool is that? In the real world, we use toothpicks for free samples, but here at HPK, you can even eat the toothpicks!

Edible toothpicks...the rich have everything! All that tax break money going to good use!

...protest?

So, it's October and still over 80 degrees outside. This is not ok. I know Jason and Breighan are all about it, but October is for: butternut squash, light jackets, Vince Guaraldi music, apples, apple cider, girls dressing inappropriately on the final day.

I'm going on weather strike until I get some of those things. I'm not really sure what that means, but I wouldn't say it if I weren't serious.

Also, I am still not a millionaire. Go ahead and assume that if I do become one, I'll post something about it on my blog using my new solid gold computer while being fanned by the UC dance team and listening to Breighan explain why I'm, in general, always right.