The verdict is in I'm going utterly insane. I have more money than I know what to do with; and all the fun toys that accompany wealth. Despite it all I'm bound to the business and can only seem to get excited about making that next 15k monthly. What the f*ck is up? I should be feeling relieved that I no longer have to worry about house payments, car payments, school loans; but I can't. I'm 30 and while i'm in great shape my hair is turning grey from the stress of the business and I have the shakes; i've completely stopped drinking any kind of alcohol, 2 months completely sober in just 2 short weeks. And why do I have fond memories of times when I seriously wondered what the h*ll I was going to be eating at the end of the week w/o any cash; or grilling outside because I couldn't afford my utilities bill?
F*ck you all.
Varus
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so, toys don't bring happiness?
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Damn, I was hoping you had left...
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The World Is Not A Cold Dead Place.
The World Is Not A Cold Dead Place.
Alan Watts wrote:
I am omnipotent insofar as I am the Universe, but I am not an omnipotent in the role of Alan Watts, only cunning
Eske wrote:
I've always read Driftwood as the straight man in varus' double act. It helps if you read all of his posts in the voice of Droopy Dog.
weird al wrote:
I eat filet mignon seven times a day
My bathtub's filled with Perrier
What can I say
This is the life
I buy a dozen cars when I'm in the mood
I hire somebody to chew my food
I'm an upwardly mobile dude
This is the life
They say that money corrupts you
But I can't really tell
I got the whole world at my feet
And I think it's pretty swell
I got women lined up outside my door
They've been waitin' there since the week before
Who could ask for more
This is the life
You're dead for a real long time
You just can't prevent it
So if money can't buy happiness
I guess I'll have to rent it
Yeah, every day I make the front page news
No time to pay my dues
I got a million pairs of shoes
This is the life
I got a solid gold Cadillac
I make a fortune while I sleep
You can tell I'm a living legend
Not some ordinary creep
No way, I'm the boss, the big cheese
Yeah, I got this town on its knobby little knees
And I can do just what I please
This is the life
That's right, I'm the king, number one
I buy monographed Kleenex by the ton
I pay the bills, I call the shots
I grease the palms, I buy the yachts
One thing I can guarantee
The best things in life, they sure ain't free
It's such a thrill just to be me
This is the life
Waah, this is the life
Do what now?
#5REDACTED,
Posted: Mar 22 2006 at 6:01 PM, Rating: Sub-Default, (Expand Post) It was never about the "toys" you moran. It was about the freedom to do whatever regardless of thoughts of a price tag. You know freedom.
Give all your money and stress to them welfare negroes.
Boy, that'll fix their wagon!!
Boy, that'll fix their wagon!!
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
#7REDACTED,
Posted: Mar 22 2006 at 6:04 PM, Rating: Sub-Default, (Expand Post) I consider it the height of vulgarity to disclose how much I've donated to charity. That being said I don't just give away my money; I invest it. For example if I donate to a youth center that keeps little urban hoodlums off the street i'm all for it. What I don't do is donate money to faceless organizations in a vain attempt to make myself feel like i've done something to help "society"
Simon & Garfunkle lifted a poem and set it to music when they wrote:
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want -- power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes --
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.
But I work in his factory
And I curse this life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much.
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head"
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want -- power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes --
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.
But I work in his factory
And I curse this life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much.
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head"
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
Quote:
It was never about the "toys" you moran. It was about the freedom to do whatever regardless of thoughts of a price tag. You know freedom.
Virus
Well, since I can do what I please, AND I'm not stressed out and wondering where the fun went, I do believe I know more about freedom than you do.
Comes of having good solid values, I suppose.
In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
I can do whatever I please.
Mainly 'cause right now it's pleasing me to sit here and eat these chips. Mmmmm... chips.
Mainly 'cause right now it's pleasing me to sit here and eat these chips. Mmmmm... chips.
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
Write us an emo poem about it! 
#13REDACTED,
Posted: Mar 22 2006 at 6:14 PM, Rating: Sub-Default, (Expand Post) Actually i'm already bored...think i'll go eat some lobster.
Hope you can work that little lobster fork with your hand shaking like that 
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
Jophiel wrote:
Simon & Garfunkle lifted a poem and set it to music when they wrote:
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want -- power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes --
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.
But I work in his factory
And I curse this life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much.
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head"
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want -- power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes --
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got.
But I work in his factory
And I curse this life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much.
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head"
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
I still need to get around to doing a punk cover of that song. ONe day
achileez wrote:
Look at me. No one has paid enough attention to me in a long time, so I'm going to try once again to convince you are how uber I am, when I'm in actuality a penniless, impotent geek dwelling beneath the sewer pipes in my parent's basement. I keep telling you how rich and cool I am, because my hero MonkeyBoy!Bush proved that if you repeat something often enough, it MUST be true! So I'm gonna keep trying.
You better still be looking at me!
Varus
You better still be looking at me!
Varus
Fixed.
ambrya said
im still cleaning the coffee outta my keyboard after that..priceless! Thanx.
Quote:
Look at me. No one has paid enough attention to me in a long time, so I'm going to try once again to convince you are how uber I am, when I'm in actuality a penniless, impotent geek dwelling beneath the sewer pipes in my parent's basement. I keep telling you how rich and cool I am, because my hero MonkeyBoy!Bush proved that if you repeat something often enough, it MUST be true! So I'm gonna keep trying.
You better still be looking at me!
Varus
You better still be looking at me!
Varus
im still cleaning the coffee outta my keyboard after that..priceless! Thanx.
"If you have selfish, ignorant citizens, you're gonna get selfish, ignorant leaders". Carlin.
#18REDACTED,
Posted: Mar 23 2006 at 1:19 AM, Rating: Sub-Default, (Expand Post) You are a lying crook then. If you really were sitting on the assets you claim to have, you would know that money is the rightful key to happiness. It provides an unlimited source of fun, events, friendships (with people of your own social status of course), the ability to be condescending and enjoy a carefree life.
Well, it look slike you've won at life. It only goes downhill from there, so you might as well quit while you're ahead. At least you can pay for your own funeral.
publiusvarus wrote:
we all know liberals are well adjusted american citizens who only want what's best for society. While conservatives are evil money grubbing scum who only want to sh*t on the little man and rob the world of its resources.
I believe this is yours.
achileez wrote:
Ambrya,
=) Not getting your daily diet of d*ck I see. Lose another 100lb's and I might decide to help you out with that. I'm positive with a long hard...well you can imagine...thrust into your; well you know... that would definitly help your innate b*tchiness.
Varus
Edited, Thu Mar 23 09:50:58 2006 by achileez
=) Not getting your daily diet of d*ck I see. Lose another 100lb's and I might decide to help you out with that. I'm positive with a long hard...well you can imagine...thrust into your; well you know... that would definitly help your innate b*tchiness.
Varus
Edited, Thu Mar 23 09:50:58 2006 by achileez
Why do you say so? It's never helped yours.
In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
achileez wrote:
I might decide to help you out with that. I'm positive with a long hard...well you can imagine...thrust into your; well you know
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
achileez wrote:
Ambrya,
I secretly have a crush on you, and since I have not yet graduated past that third grade stage where hitting a girl means you like her, I'm going to heap vulgar abuse upon you to try to tell you how I feel.
Varus
Edited, Thu Mar 23 09:50:58 2006 by achileez
I secretly have a crush on you, and since I have not yet graduated past that third grade stage where hitting a girl means you like her, I'm going to heap vulgar abuse upon you to try to tell you how I feel.
Varus
Edited, Thu Mar 23 09:50:58 2006 by achileez
Well, gee, Varrie, I'm flattered by your admiration (in that "I'm going to puke" way) but I've got a husband who takes care of those needs just fine. Go back to your Powder-Puff Girl pin-ups.
Edit: Besides, you are still in denial about what you want from your true hunka man-love, Bodhi.
God I love Spring Break! Finally, free time to torment the trolls!
Edited, Thu Mar 23 11:02:32 2006 by Ambrya
achileez wrote:
Of course I generally don't go for the tornado bait trailer can white trash type
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
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