the stock market is so wack.
I earned five bucks a share by doing nothing at all.
the option to buy
these shares is part of my compensation for working,
but everything above that...wack.
have I mentioned the wack?
I could buy a nice mac with the wack.
I could OD on smack with the wack.
I could get a gold plaque that will hang from a tack with the wack.
I could write silly seussian rhymes,
open bottles of rare dusty wines,
use forks with gaussian tines,
or maybe saving for a while will be fine.
every week I can look at the balance,
gaze amused at my wack-infused total,
sit quietly in my rented palace,
buy things based on reviews anecdotal.
and though I haven't yet had my coffee
the wack dreams and wack words that I'm spewin'
have a calming effect
that I hope will inject
fiscal sanity into whatever I'm doin'
with this wack ass money.
A few days ago, my friend Neil gave a brief answer to the question "Spamfighter, howcome you got into spamfighting?" I get asked that a lot, too -- and while my answers vary depending on my mood at the time (and usually go on way longer than the questi
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