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OK, good weekend I must admit. Fun, social weekend. Did I manage to be drunk 50-70% of the time? Perhaps. If not, I made a valiant attempt. Saturday night was interesting - it kept going and going and I only got to sleep around 5:30am. Can I get your opinion on something... which accent is sexier, South African or Spanish? Confused? Good. Funky rave chicks are easy to talk to. My clothes smell of the wacky stuff. Liverpool won, Harry Kewell back to his best, good on ya son. Played soccer Sunday night, decent team performance, scored a goal and we won. Craved sushi afterwards. Wandered the streets like a drug addict until I found my dealer - Ajisai. That waitress is pretty cute. But that fried tofu is f'n fantastic. My eyes are bigger than my stomach - never go shopping when you're hungry. Leftover sashimi anyone? That stuff tastes awful the next day. CFA studying is awesome, really...if you're trying to fall asleep in 10 seconds flat.
OK, and to end off the random post of the week:
"I read this article a while back, that said that Microsoft employs more millionaire secretary's that any other company in the world. They took stock options over Christmas bonuses. It was a good move. I remember there was this picture, of one of the groundskeepers next to his Ferrari. Blew my mind. you see shit like that, and it just plants seeds, makes you think its possible, even easy. And then you turn on the TV, and there's just more of it. The $87 Million lottery winner, that kid actor that just made 20 million on his last movie, that Internet stock that shot through the roof, you could have made millions if you had just gotten in early, and that's exactly what I wanted to do: get in. I didn't want to be an innovator any more, I just wanted to make the quick and easy buck, I just wanted in. The Notorious BIG said it best: "Either you're slingin' crack-rock, or you've got a wicked jump-shot." Nobody wants to work for it anymore. There's no honor in taking that after school job at Mickey Dee's, honor's in the dollar, kid. So I went the white boy way of slinging crack-rock: I became a stock broker."
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p.s. Is there anyone better than Van Gogh?
PEACE.
posted by Levs at 1:02 AM
5 Comments:
Spanish... was there ever any doubt? Regardless, I likes your attitude. Go get 'em tiger!
5:48 AM
In an unrelated event,
I was listening to my iPod today and somehow I've got the song 'Let the River Run' by Carly Simon on there.
I don't have too much to say about it really... except for the blatant obvious: It's really not very good or inspiring or anything along those lines...
7:44 AM
...I know you're not standing on your front porch with a bag of money waiting for me to call you. But I'm not some 18-year-old selling a cure for AIDS. I'm 46 years old, I have 22 years market experience, I know this business. So pick up your skirt, grab your balls, and lets go make some money.
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"Can I get your opinion on something..." That's all fun and games, but Zigzag, we need some value demonstrating shit, I'm still waiting for resources from you.
[PS: the answer was "South African" from a 4-set of HB7.5+]
11:05 AM
I think we should clear something up:
HB is only 8 and above... below that, well it's not really H, now is it?
Maybe 7-8 could be CB or something...
12:18 PM
In regards to the Carly Simon song: I never said it was great. It is a good, powerful song that inspired me in a particular moment...maybe some other song would do that for you. Like Weird Al's "Eat It".
6:59 PM
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