I think I am going to start pretending like I did when I was a kid. Back then pretending meant you could climb Mt. Everest, drive a tank, or live in a castle.

As an adult I know I can’t go around pretending I am Darth Vader or something, but I think I am going to pretend I am rich. This can work, b/c even if I were rich, I would probably live modestly, as I do now. Material things don’t do it for me and I never really splurge. I am going to pretend I am actually a billionaire, but don’t like to flaunt it with all the bling bling. You’ve heard of those people who own Texas but drive an Escort… So I will be the same me, but will be Daddy Warbux.

Every trip I go on I’ll pretend I paid for the whole thing. Every party I go to I will have funded, hired the catering, and paid the DJ. Maybe I own this hotel. But I am only staying on the 16th floor b/c I can make a lot of money when I free up the penthouse. You know, I am pretty sure I own the airline I flew over here on.

Tomorrow in LA, I will wear the suit I paid $3000 for, along with my $1000 shoes. My glasses: designer at $500. I will buy everyone’s dinner. The limo I am going to be picked up in plus the tip: $1500 for the night.

People always ask me what it is like to be famous or popular or whatever since the RW has been airing. I always tell them that it is pretty much what you would think. People recognize me, people listen to what I say, they are interested in what I do, and they like to help me out. Knowing that all this could’ve been figured out from a distance, I am going to pretend I and try figure out what being rich is like.

So tonight I am rich. We’ll see if it is all what it is cracked up to be.