When I die, I want a party

I know it's sort of a morbid thought but it's true. I have never been a fan of funerals mostly b/c they always feel dark and sad and yes, that's what they're for because it's the "mourning period" but who says that you HAVE to have a funeral.

When I die I want a party.

I want a cake and ballons and everyone to be in bright colors. I want people to laugh (and cry) and celebrate the life I lived. I want a DJ to play kick ass music and I want my friends and family to dance because THAT's what I loved the most in life. I want pictures of me with friends and family displayed so that they can remember the good times we shared.

I want people in bright colors because I did not come into this world wearing black, I did not walk around with black clothes and dark makeup. I was not depressed or sad. My life was bright and wonderful and filled with color. Remember me that way...

I do not want and open casket or a casket at all. I want to be cremated and I want my ashes poured into the ocean because my life was not lived in one place, it was lived in many. I travel and adore the world, do not make one spot my resting place for eternity. Release me that way...

I do not want people to be sad that I am gone but rather I want them to be happy that my life was a full as it could possibly be. I want people to say "Geez she was a bitch but she was funny." When people talk or think about me I want them to laugh at something I said or did. Recall me that way...

As much as birth is a celebration of new life death should be a celebration of an old life.

When I die, I want a freakin party...

I wish the lottery was my BFF

I have daydreams where the winning lottery numbers and I are playing and skipping in the park and we play a game of hopscotch and then we go for a tandem bike ride... All the while we are laughing care-free with our hair blowing in the wind (cause lottery numbers have hair)... We sit and drink coffee together and talk about boys and do each others makeup. BFs FOREVER!

Then I'm snapped back to reality by the sound of my boss asking me to send her a document that she already has in her inbox. I know this because I've already sent it to her 12 friggin times. Geezus I want to stab her in the eye with a spoon.

I know the lottery and I will never be BFFs because I'm incredibly unlucky, I can't even win at penny slots... My lucky number is 13 - that should say enough.

The Lottery is like the really popular sorority-type chick in school and I'm the band geek. Sure I'll be way hotter at the high school reunion in 10 years and she'll be fat with 5 kids but she's still rich and rich will always win.

On top of that, the cost of gas these days doesn't make it easy to spare any change, especially change for chance.

So to you lottery I say... I am ok not being your BFF however you could at least look my way and smile every now and then. Ass.