Earlier today I got to looking at this market, I mean really looking at it, and was disgusted by what I saw. Chinese stock after chinese stock up 50% over the past few weeks. Solar and alternative energy names up double figures in weeks. Biotech hand grenades up triple digits over the past few days. I’ve seen this story before and it always ends with my penis barely escaping the guillotine.
Although I am bullish and believe February will bring us fruits to eat and slobber about our faces with, I am skeptical because it is my nature to be this way. Deep down, I am a very dark, sinister, almost evil, person, parlaying stock ideas for fun because the internet belongs to me. The bold truth is, I am a seller. Do not ask me “what are you selling Fly?” Just know, that I am a seller, of extreme proportions. I cannot find anything to buy. I’d rather be confined to a wheeled chair than be forced to buy NFLX upwards of $300. God save me.
I am in a very dire and dour mood, even though I am hitting new highs, managed my sales at the highs of the session, and made more money today than 95% of people make in a year. Even still, I brood listening to ridiculous music from the 14th century, angry because of reasons unbeknownst to me. Truly.