My Cheeks are Rosey

Love and power. I've spent too much time focusing on the Love. Too much on some dumb app. Too much time on being a therapist to fuck boys who are only flapping their gums so they can use that flapping tongue other places. Power is where it's at. Have I learned nothing from history? Love fades. Power is like a leash. Power is the nice house on the hill. Your grandkids only visit you because they are just bating their time till they get their payouts. Power is being able to age well, and have people laugh at your jokes. So how am I signing myself up for the powertrain? Well, for starters, I'm making my money my closest friend. I've downloaded the Robinhood app. I have some money saved away for a down payment, but it's just sitting there right now. I am in a very promising position. I have very little overhead. I have a spending guilt problem. I am young. This is the time to be trying things out. Maybe I'll get slapped around in the market, but maybe it's time my cheeks develop calluses. My cheeks are ready.