I just finished having a hamburger and I was supposed to eat it without the bun, but I didn’t listen to that advice and absorbed the carbs anyway. Very soon, I will depart for tennis to practice my serve, which is dreadful, sort of like trading in a choppy tape.
I haven’t had any booze in weeks and probably won’t until my fitness goals are achieved. This pandemic quarantine has fattened me to the tune of 174lbs. I have since cut back down to 170 and have been back at the gym again, with my face mask and sanitizer wipes. I’d say my strength is rather epsilon presently, one of a tennis player and not foolsballs. But we all sacrifice something, just like I sacrificed years ago — hair for money. It was a devils bargain, but I accepted it with zeal — working long diligent hours weaseling my way through the catacombs of Wall St.
These days I run a blog, shit post on Twitter, operate a trading room of ingrates, and am building software for financial data analytics. Quite honestly, I love it all, even some of you assholes who seem intent on trying to destroy me. Bear in mind, I am thick skinned now, not like I was a decade or so ago and enjoy the negative swing backs into my direction. It only exposes my favorite American Dunning-Kruger personality disorders and for that good sirs, I am eternally thankful.
But do not come here and think jealous thoughts, or hate on some anonymous man for bragging about his stock market successes, for I have paid dearly for any of the things I happen to be good at. For every boon, there is a bust at House Fly. Take solace in the fact that my life is a constant and continuous whir of chaos needing to be organized and I’m the only one to do it.
Take for example, Stocklabs. We are 1 yr, 6mos and a trillion lines of code into the project. Each week it is finished and then it’s not, and the process continues without certainty on an indefinite scale. I do, however, use the software exclusively now for my own trading and think it’s the best thing since sliced bread. But that’s for you, the unwashed reader class, to decide.
I suppose this is a general update of sorts, a change of pace from telling you all to go fuck yourselves.
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