Joke was on me. Money is better than love
I started a joke many years ago, when I first decided that pursuing a professional carreer on a big company would be a unsatisfactory. After all I used to think that money couldn't buy happiness. I still do, but it's way better to be sad and rich rather than sad and broke.
Money is better than love even though it can f0ck-u up in so many ways. Anyway, the thrill you get from making money is greater than you get an orgasm. I'm not saying money is better than women. It sure is. Sex is great, and it's kind of the meaning of life, but (if) when we spend more time hustling for the benjamins we sure are going to get those standards higher and higher, and the quality of everything also will improve, including coochie.
But to hell with it, why does everything need to take so much effort. I know I'm not that lazy. God knows I'm trying. Life keeps getting harder. Heartbreak hits like any before. My breath is shorter. My knees and joints hurt, and what bothers me is that I keep scrolling for memes and listening some bs about UFOs on some podcast, then smoke half a pack of cigarettes while smoking a joint when in fact I should be focusing on (I don't know?) my diet and exercice, or my sideprojects, or getting a real formal job, maybe as a clerk, or whatever. Anyway, it all sucks and I'm tired of faking it doesn't, and I know most people feel the same. I hope the world end soon so we all can just laugh our pain off about it.
I wish you all a lot of money, honey.
