I just don't know anything

Okay... I'm a little lost.

Is there really a God? I've been praying for the lottery win for roughly 20 years now. I recall there was a time I even made a desperate plea. "God," I said, "I either want to win the lottery tomorrow or I want you to kill me." I was 22 years old. I was so far in debt from collecting every credit card offered to every college student willing to sign their name that I couldn't accept entry level positions.

Funny, I feel the same way today. I have made more money than I ever have. And I spent more than I ever have. $117K earned and I still managed to rack up more debt. The only thing that keeps me from asking God to either grant me the lottery winnings or kill me is the loml and my girls. If they weren't around, I would totally jump off the Space Needle.

How does this happen?

Oh, by the way... If anyone happens to read this, I really appreciate the fact a couple of you still check in every once in awhile. This blog, as well as you were a very important part of my life at one time. Thanks.

So... Anyone got some spare cash laying around?

I'll pay you back. I promise.