Tired Bones

I never knew how much shit I owned until I had to pack it all into boxes. Without a doubt, the garbage men who are “lucky” enough to pick up my trash hate me. The amount of money that I’ve wasted on toys, clothes and odd items is staggering.

Mrs. Fly wanted me to give the garbage men $100 “for their trouble.” However, I overslept and didn’t get the “opportunity” to throw them some soft dollars. On top of that, my brand new refrigerator has a condensation issue and is collecting ice under the freezer, which is causing it to leak, every so often. I’ve contacted the fucked-faces at Samsung; but they aren’t too interested in my plights.

After I move to the new house, Mrs. Fly has 10 years worth of renovations scheduled, in her never ending attempts to bankrupt me. I am sure she sits in a dark room plotting ways to ruin me. It must come as a great surprise to her how the money keeps flowing in. She’s never asked how I make so much money. I assume she believes I am in the mafia, rubbing out people for sport and leisure. Nonetheless, I cannot wait to breathe in some fresh sheet rock and step on some wet paint.

As for this market: it looks tired. It needs to unwind and go on vacation. Some of my stocks look good, like RBCN. But on the whole, there is nothing here to get excited about. I tried my hand with nuts on Friday, buying up DMND. But that’s gone to shit today, alongside everything else. Let’s see if any buyers step in later on today.