Tuesday, July 10, 2007

bullshit musings

Shit. It was like receiving the best blow job you've ever had in your life only to find out later the person blowing you was a guy. I felt confused, betrayed and just plain ol' fucking mad.

Last week I took a little cash, from my line of credit, to play with in the market. For the entire week I couldn't miss. All the stocks I had targeted I had hit on big. Every buy and every sell order I was making was spot-on-fucking perfect. I cleared several Gs and I was walking like I was King Fucking Shit.

Then came this week. I'll spare myself the embarrassment of rehashing the fuckstraveganza comedy of errors and bad luck I encountered today and yesterday. My only saving grace was the decision to throw everything at Thomson Creek Metals. TCM is one of my favorite companies. I've been in and out of this stock more times than unemployed dirty dicks have been in and out of Marianne. I bought 1500 shares of TCM today and made back a good deal of my losses. If I can make close to another G tomorrow on TCM I may find myself back in the black. If not, I'll probably sell disgusted at myself for pissing away gains I could have used for procuring handjobs and weed.

Truthfully speaking, my investment account has turned more into a gambling account than anything else. I've sold shit I've made 10% - 20% in a few months for the prospects of throwing it all on a small cap looking to 2ble those gains in a quarter of the time. Sometimes its a swing and a miss. Other times I connect and hit it out of the park. When its good, you cant beat the rush. Its unreal. Its like the greatest fucking hit of adrenaline jacked right into your balls. When its not so good. It fucking sucks.

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Yesterday I had another football game. I thought we were gonna lose. We had the bare minimum of 6 players again, forcing everyone who showed up to play both offence and defence. Our starting QB didn't show so we went with our back up, DC. DC is a fucking charmed gunslinger if I ever saw one. He makes the craziest, most retardedly unlikely plays seem commonplace. I'm pretty sure DC tokes up before gametime. Yesterday he forgot to bring his running shoes and shorts. I mean, how is that possible unless you're hitting the refer before the game. Anyway, in order to play he borrowed a girls' size 8 Chuck Taylors and Fuzzy's short, tight swimming trunks. And even though DC looked like he just came from the gay parade he still managed to put up 34 points on the board. We won 34 - 28.

We have a pretty good shot at going undefeated this year. I've played on a few football, soccer and basketball teams that have finished undefeated and had caught all the breaks during the regular season. Problem is these types of teams never win the championship.

8 comments:

J7 L7+ said...

Be careful that that adrenaline rush doesn't move its way up from the balls to the aorta. Many a good man lie under a tombstone bought (or borrowed) from stock-market mayhem. That being said, and in the words of the wise Bill and Ted, "Party on, dude."

2 Dollar Productions said...

You're right about the undefeated thing as I believe it's about using up all your luck before it really matters. I guess this could apply to the market too, but in that case you've got to ride the streaks when you can and then back the hell away when things go sideways on you.

Elaine said...

Do you do all this trading online? I might like to get in on that addiction.

IDigHootchAndCootch said...

j7 - yeah. it may be a good idea to invest in a defibulater for those occasions when the action gets too heavy for my poor little heart.

$2 - no need to worry about the undefeated season any more.

elaine - yep, online. There are a million places you can set up an account. Let me know if you need any help.

Elaine said...
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Freak Magnet said...

I wouldn't be able to handle the stress of stock trading.

And I'm going to spam the hell out of Elaine's email address, because I'm a witch like that.













*ok, no I'm not.

whatigotsofar said...

Tranny blowjobs. That's why I never play the stock market. However, that is why I troll the streets of Toronto every other night.

IDigHootchAndCootch said...

magnet - play nice... or else I'm gonna have to spank you.

whatigot - We may have been serviced by the same lady. Its nice to have things in common.