Amie, come sit on my wall...
Sometimes, I really miss 9th grade.
The year, on the whole, was extremely shitty... but, something about listening to Damien Rice (specifically "Amie") makes me wish I was there again. Content, naive, calm...
Maaaan. I don't like feeling this helpless.
ANOTHER show tonight... Not excited. Not even a little bit.
On the other hand.
I'm amazingly skilled with STOCKS.
True story.
But I'm best with day trading, which isn't encouraged for some stupidfuck reason.
...Easiest. way. to. make. money. ever.
(especially when you're afuckingmazing at it like I am.
4 grand in two days?
Hell. fucking. yes.)
The year, on the whole, was extremely shitty... but, something about listening to Damien Rice (specifically "Amie") makes me wish I was there again. Content, naive, calm...
Maaaan. I don't like feeling this helpless.
ANOTHER show tonight... Not excited. Not even a little bit.
On the other hand.
I'm amazingly skilled with STOCKS.
True story.
But I'm best with day trading, which isn't encouraged for some stupidfuck reason.
...Easiest. way. to. make. money. ever.
(especially when you're afuckingmazing at it like I am.
4 grand in two days?
Hell. fucking. yes.)