I wish I could click all the star buttons above this editbox for the line about how much Kanye could improve all of our lives if only he had 56 million dollars.
Also: could you imagine more horrible dinner companions than Kanye West and Mark Zuckerburg? That's like the 21st century answer to Sartre's No Exit.
A large part of any fantasy of celebrity I've had involves going off the rails and becoming detached from reality. Probably best that I'm a nobody. Godspeed Kanye.
I act like Kanye to amuse my dog. "Do you know who I am, little dog? I'm Kanye and you're in the khan's way! You can't even fathom what it's like to be me, I see shapes as colors and colors as numbers! I'm the voice of this and the next generation! Hahaha, my life is amazing! *sigh* I miss my Mom."