Money won’t make you happy, the adage, sort of rings true when pay day approaches and you’re not jumping for joy, when normally, it makes you jump so high for joy, often figuratively, like the 15th/30th is the second coming and Jesus himself is handing you your paycheck, or more realistically, Jesus himself electronically transfers your salary to your payroll account. I really like to rub it in, the venting. Like Shirley Manson and her rain, I’m only happy when I vent.
“I peeled another ten-thousand-yen note from the wad of bills in my pocket. The wad showed no sign of going down no matter how many bills I used. Only I showed signs of wear. There’s that kind of money in the world. It aggravates you to have it, makes you miserable to spend it, and you hate yourself when it’s gone. And when you hate yourself, you feel like spending money. Except there’s no money left.
And no hope.”
-A Wild Sheep Chase, Haruki Murakami
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This is not healthy, I suppose, so we better drink to this or something. A distraction is in order.
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I second Momel. š
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Money doesn’t make me happy, but the things money buys make me happy š also, if money doesn’t make you happy (lol) at least you still have venting right? =P
– Juice
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Momel & Manech are you insinuating an inuman sesh? Gow. š
Justine, venting is for life. long time, girlfriend! š
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Ohhh damn straight! And let’s make it something cozy, sa bahay lang. Matador o kahit ano, shot shot lang! Sounds nice, noh?
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I am strictly a beer person. š
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ooooohhh! how i loove shirley manson!
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