114 milli…

114 milli eurodrillies…
That’s what the whole civilization that has spare money to throw out of the window and is eligible to take part will be chasing with their paper ticket in hand, clutching their hands around it, afraid to watch the digits ’cause y’never know they might win!
Would it change a person’s life? Hell of course it would damnit, give me 1 of those 114 millies and the face of the world I live in would already change so drasticaly it’d be ridiculous.
But in the end, when you’ve had it all, when you’ve gone out shopping with your boys and all those dear to you, when you’ve purchased that expensive whip and every single Nike kick on your wish list, when you’ve went to all the places you wanted to go and organized some kinda fashionably party or an expensive celebrity artist performing show just for the heck of it, what then?
What on earth do you do with all your millies? Get used of just having every material object the retail business puts out there in a single finger-snap? ’cause hey, people say you got it made, you can have it all man!
F it, all I want is live and maintain, wake up every morning to a woman that puts a smile on my face be it just for the cute way she lays when she’s asleep, and take care to the best of my abilities for now, until hopefully a long time till she gets tired of the mess and drama centered king I can be.
Sure, not having money on your mind 24/7 and laying down those if i buy x then y is status of bank account and still must make sure abc get payed so must skip must be kinda cool, but will that define happiness?
Do you rather have a rolls royce phantom at your door or a boo standing next to you?

I got my mind made up, just me and my girl that’s what’s up.
Time to give the I a little brother and make it II
l00f
y’know who!

ps : Yes I WILL get a ticket anyways! :p

~ by vashe on September 4, 2008.