Where i will be in ten years (my mother is making me write this)

In ten years? Come on, be realistic. i don't know where i'll be tomorrow, let alone in ten years.
I do know where i WANT to be though.
It's shallow, i warn you.
In ten years i will have won the lottery, and will still be in bed. Because, you know, i don't have to work. At all.
Because i'll be rich =D
Richer than you.
*...my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...*
Well anyway. That's the plan. To be incredibly rich.
*ponders*
But that might get boring.
*...and they're like, it's better than yours...*
Maybe I'll baby sit in my free time, and give the kids money if they stay away from me.
*...damn right, it's better than yours...*
Yeah.
Or I'll be a housewife! I'll wear one of those cute little aprons, and make jam.

Right, of course I'm kidding. I'm so incredible, we may as well put my wonderfulness to good use.
Since I'm SO full of raw talent. *nods wisely*

So in ten years...

*wanders away*