I want to punch my boss in the face and tell her to fuck right off. Sweetly smiling each time, she attempts to cleave into my psyche with her blade of inadequacy, but I don't let her. But she *can* cut off the cash supply with that same knife, which would prove grossly inconvenient to say the least. Lesson 1: Money does not grow on trees, therefore you cannot tell your boss to fuck off. Become the boss instead.
I was watching Police: Behind the Force or something similarly oversimplistic and I almost cried when they destroyed all the drugs. Lesson 2: Drugs are awesome. Let no one tell you otherwise.
Talking to some people at random is liberating. But no one wants your attention, even though some crave it as if it was their life's blood. Lesson 3: If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win. (If) Life is a competition. (then) Love is imaginary. (which means) Sex is a contact sport. Know this and never go unhappy ever again. Believe whatever you like - its all the same to, well, you.
Hail to the creator of Steak and Blowjob day - a truly wonderful creation.