Stu, TraderJim -- Thanks I hate the officials from the 1972 Olympic Men's basketball for giving the Commies 3 shots at beating our college kids. I hate figure skating not because it is all mobbed up but because it is a stupid sport. I hate exercise. I just jump to conclusions. I hate the west coast offense. I hate the market being so slow I have time to write this. I hate the fact that I don't have my Schwinn bicycle anymore. I hate when my teachers put things on my permanent record. I hate the second set drum solo. I hate Ted Turner for colorizing B&W movies. I hate the guy who keyed my car in the parking lot of the Allman Bros show at the New Haven Coliseum in 1979. I hate New Haven. I hate the people who jumped on the Dale Earnhart bandwagon after he died. I hate when people bogart. I hate modern art. I hate "They" because they always know or they are always right or they are out to get me or they bought stock ahead. I hate lawyers. I hate my phone company. I hate cliches. I hate to cut my grass. I hate loopholes. I hate the service charge.
I hate that i hate newatthis because his posts on this thread are quite funny!!!! from Biloxi Blues: "and it bothers me that it bothers me."
I hate it when the bottom of my ice cream cone leaks. On me. I hate having to act tough at the Doctor's office when my kids are there even though the damn fool is sticking sharp objects into my arm and they hurt like the time I was playing dodgeball in third grade and Joey G hit me in the.. well you know.. with the red rubber ball we played every game in gym class with. I hate when I accidentally bump into the idiot walking the other way on the sidewalk talking on his cell phone very loudly trying to prove to everyone that he, unlike many, still has a job that means something to have. I hate jobs. I want to be a no good trader bum as my very well intentioned mom seems to call it as she is embarassed every week at the lady's bridge game when she has to tell her friends that her son does not get a salary for working all day in fact he often owes people money. I hate her friends who internally smirk because their son is a Doctor seeing 11 patients an hour in order to get paid by some blood sucking HMO. I hate his receptionist too who won't give me the last appointment of the day so I can trade until the close. Come to think of it, I hate Bridge too. I hate Barbie. Damn bitch raised my expectations.
I hate asking for directions. I hate being PC. I hate my pc. I hate PCP. No I don't. Yes I do. I hate my driver's lisence photo. I hate when I pick my head up causing a nasty slice into the woods. I hate Sergio's waggle. I hate OPEC. I hate that I wasn't long the banks today. I hate it because it's my JOB to be long the banks when they go up. I trade the Banks. I hate when I pray to the Option Gods to just let me out of this stupid, uninspired, moronic, money sucking, brain draining, opportunity squelching trade this time and I will never do it again -- and then I do it again. And again. I hate when I am on hold and the music sucks. Who wants to hear Burt Bacharach singing Raindrops Keep falling on my head? Get a damn umbrella. I am not sure yet, but I think that the WNBA is fixed too. I hate Harvey Houtkin for giving us a bad name. I hate the AMEX surcharge. What is that crap for anyway? I hate when I have one of those freudian slips and push the buy button instead of sell. Seems like everyone else got the secret message hidden deep in the tape to sell, but NO, not me. I was too busy watching Ted David to see if that tan is natural or comes in a bottle. I am pretty sure that I wll have figured out before labor day what it is exactly that he does. I hate my high school spanish teacher. I still have no idea if all those people on the bus are talking about me and the fact that I spilled my pasta sauce all over my pants when I banged on the desk after the Specialist sent me back the nothing done when my order HAD been in there for more than 2 minutes and he was showing only my order on the book and 47,800 shares printed on the low of the day right after the SPU's made a new high and I was still short from my previous mistake. I hate to go to sleep because all I can count are the times I forgot to push the button and the stock immediately did exactly what I thought it would do, only the train pulled out with me still in the station. I was so far away from catching that train I was in the station bathroom in stall number 3. I hate when I take that $2,000 dump because I just can't wait or put a stop in like the other normal traders. I hate nature. Too many bugs and too much dirt. I hate antiques. If my wife is spending my hard earned money why she get something new that will loast a while, not some 100 year old thing that has been owned and used by some frenchman. I hate pennies. The real kind not the stupid trading kind that prevents you from getting a fill by some Van Der Moolan partner stepping in front of my order at the right time. I hate Barney. I hate Cryogenics and Ted William's son. I hate the two line pass rule in Hockey. I hate people who will wait in line for any amount of time and grab or beg just to get "free stuff". I hate when the person in line at the store just has to run back and get one more thing. I hate the limo driver from my prom who had to complain to my parents that I puked up the fifth of vodka I drank that night in the back of his car. I hate having a title under my user name. I want no title. I hate the combination of mint and chocolate. I hate my VCR.
Thanks for starting this thread. I am starting to feel a little better. Now I can hate my shrink too. New