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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Enjoy the check collecting. And the Seiko. Brother, if thats all you ever want... If you can live with the bargain... Hey, you and I are never going to meet minds on these issues.
Fringey has me by the balls. I ventured into her area and she slapped me a bit. But what have you argued back to me except "I'll be secure." Really? Is that the best? Cause that ain't much.
Its a real long ride when you wake up at 50 and think "What if?" I may ccrash and burn, but fuck it. I played a few hands. Not as risky as I'd like to be, but I can at least say I gave it the college effort.
You're just the man in the grey flannel suit.
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1. I resent you questioning my fashion sense. I don't wear suits to work anymore and, if I did, it wouldn't be fucking flannel. They do pay me enough to afford nice suits, though, if it were required. As it is, I do get my slacks and shirts tailored and I only wear khakis on fridays (occassionally). I dare say I am one of the better dressed men in my office. So there fuck you and your baseless grey flannel suit accusation.
2. There's plenty of risk in the stock market. I mean, come on, we're throwing nearly 30K every year into investments that may never pay out. Just because we are doing it through an employee-sponsored retirement plan, doesn't mean it isn't risky. Yeah, it's not "fuck you corporate america" risky, but you know what I'm saying.
3. No, we are never going to see eye to eye on the "be your own boss" issue. You're right, I don't want to be my own boss. I want to be the boss of every fucking person in my company. Is that an OK life aspiration?
Regarding your apology: it wasn't necessary, but I'm sure the sentiment is appreciated.
