FUCKED FRIDAY

I was doing fine up until I had a meeting for an hour and my stocks went down — creating an air of FUCKERY in my portfolio. I am down 130bps and I should be up. I deserve better. I an entitled to more.

The market doesn’t seem to give a shit who I am and what I am entitled to, however, and it’s frustrating as fuck to trade in a market that doesn’t really give a shit what’s going on. I am whining and complaining like a little bitch — because that’s what I do when things do not go my way. I lash out and argue with the Gods and curse them for plaguing me with misfortune. I was supposed to enter today with my dick dragging on the floor, ingratiated from the splendor of my genius. Instead, I am RACKED with losses and now find myself with the task of somehow trading out of it in a market without volatility and one that looks rakish as fuck. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT PAL.

There aren’t any narratives to weave into, other than MAYBE COVID lockdown/drug stocks and MAYBE crypto derivative stocks heading into the weekend. Lord knows what can possibly happen over the weekend. Why — we might see ETH melt up to $2500 and then on Monday all of the crypto stocks will prance higher.

If only life were that simple. What is likely to happen is nothing, other than casted gloom and doom filled news stories that barely give light to anything but perhaps a mask play. Get your N95s handy plebs — the COVID is going to run wild this Fall and you’re all gonna be forced inside your homes — tracked by $YOU.

On a side note, long term hold CELH still looks great — as they eat away at Red Bull and MNST.

Off to trade now, then walk the fucking dogs. As sure as I am here now typing, when I go off to walk the dogs, I will be bogged lower again.