Keeping Spirits Up Amongst Cretins

Raul3 Fri Jan 4, 2013 5:52pm EST 1 Comment

After getting completely obliterated by “the wrong agent” over at $SAVE this morning (may your grave be cold and wet asshole) and tossed into a wretched holding pattern which set my day back, oh about seven fucking hours, I received a blessing from the stock gods.

Perhaps it was my morning rally sacrifice, hoping to find favor in the eyes of Zenu:

Sold $ATML #sacrifice to the rally gods

— Raul (@IndexModel) January 4, 2013

Perhaps it was chasers getting their chase on, perhaps it was buying high probability chart patterns with sexy seasonality patterns and #SHOMPOLOGY stats. Really none of these things matter. What does matter good people is the fat ass pile of coin I pursed today.

After putting my feet back on the ground, I did what all to often has led to losses—I started trading from the back of a taxi cab. But fuck I had too. The plan going into today was to get in front of my computer premarket, that got fucked! Do I moan and cry or adapt? Exactly, I made a sacrifice and started iPhone trading.

Every time I checked my phone $ZNGA was up. I wanted to scale, but there it was flirting with its daily high, so I let it simmer while I slept on the foulest shit scented carpets in Detroit. Then I flew the fuck to the only city worse than mine, Baltimore, turned my phone back on while we drove around on the runways, again Zynga is HIGHER and so are my banks. Zillow was sitting still but looking mean.

Then I finally get to my destination around 3pm and find myself with a few moments to actually gather my thoughts. Mind you $ZNGA has become a #TENBAGGER at this point. I manage to scale a piece off three cents from the highs. Then I buy Zillow and it rips into the close. All.too.good.

Maybe I could lose sleep this weekend? Negative, sleep not on the docket. I may get poleaxed Monday by these gay short sellers getting cute with INSANELY OVERBOUGHT SHITTY BANK ticker $C, but fuck them.

All I know is the market isn’t this easy often. When it is, you press your fucking positions and bleed these fucking turnips dry. Use the 9ema, it’s our good friend. Enjoy your weekend and assume I’m enjoying mine enough for the whole fuck lot of yous.