When MRVL was down 50 cents, I laughed at it. When it went down 1 dollar, I got mad, but felt the loss was small. When it went down $1.25, I got annoyed. When it went down $1.50, I was like “what the fuck is going on here?” With it down nearly $2, I want to skin the person who gave this to me alive and eat his liver. I don’t blame anyone for being pissed at MRVL. This is an unmitigated catastrophe. With $5 in net cash, it looks like the market is going to put that cash to the test.
In a market that is going higher, on a perpetual basis, there is nothing dumber than gambling on an earnings play, without an edge. The problem here, folks, I thought I had an edge, when in fact is was a ticking time bomb about to blow up in my face.
My options are simple: sell and move on or buy more.
Here’s the thing, I don’t want to buy more of this cocksucker. The idea of averaging down in this albatross is making me physically sick. On top of that, this fucking VHC is fucking itself and EXK is on siesta. The net result: I am down about 2.25% for the day. It may not sound like much, but on a day when I should be +0.5%, being down is fucking hateful to me.
I’ve been fuckfaced. However, don’t think for a second you can come here, with your stupid ties and ugly shoes, and pile on–as if I was some sort of garden clown in a box filled with water. I will murder you today, virtually and also in real life.
PREPARE FOR MY NEXT “BIG BET” (fucking asshole I am).