absolutely no funeral parking

thats what the sign says in the parking lot of the coffee shop im in. Absolutely no funeral parking, fortunately im just squatting here for a few hours drinking one cup of coffee, taking up space writing this masturbatory bit of whothehellcareswhatyrdoinpam. so, yeah, i parked there, absolutely. i really need a place to live with internet, i just told an old lady to "get serious" because rather than telling me to move my chair in she just pushed up against me and made that imanoldladythatspissedoff huff puff thing they do. "get serious, lady." honestly.
heres something thats growing:i've been thinking about playing the lottery alot, especially since i watched this program on the television about how all these crazy rednecks who had won the lottery (not at the same time mind you, that would be a sure sign of the apocalypse) totally trashed their hillbilly lives by buying, like nine hundred carat gold spittoons and shit and had their dead memaws bronzed or whatever. anyway, im sure i would do the same thing sort of. i think id start with a nice goat farm for my own tactile purposes, not textile, tactile. then id have to pay all these people to take care of the dirty work so i can pet a bunch of goats at the same time whenever the thought came to me. i would not buy myself a private jet because thats the dumbest thing ive ever heard. man, you shoulda seen this one hillbilly with his private jet, god was that ridiculous. and the clothes!!! i didnt know they made diamond encrusted bolo ties! ugh, and you know next week ill take that back when i roll into the bar wearing one like "what? bolo ties are awesome, whatre you dense?"
thats pretty much what im thinking and doing today....