Date Started: June 6, 2015
Date Finished: June 7, 2015
Book Acquisition: Cobb County Library Book Sale, Spring 2015
The Wolf of Wall Street confirmed my deep suspicion that I
could never be a drug addict. I’ve enjoyed dabbling, certainly, but to spend
that many YEARS out of control seems like a metric shit ton of work. Honestly
the whole book was similarly exhausting. JB’s life (or rather, the decade chronicled in this book)
was a wild and ridiculous romp. I’m currently coming off a week long
birthday-bender and even that’s been draining to me. I almost don’t have the motivation
to go get hammered tonight. I will obviously (because I’m not a little bitch),
but I’m longing for the days of exercise and sobriety and a marginally clean
house. Instead I’ve got piles of random things on every surface, and I HIKED
STONE MOUNTAIN FUCKING HAMMERED. WHY DID I FEEL THE NEED TO BE HAMMERED FOR
THAT EVEN?! I CHUGGED BEERS (WITH AN S) IN THE PARKING LOT BEFORE HIKING.
Any who, the book is delightfully written, and totally worth
reading, but I don’t really have a lot to say about it. The high points were the general malarkey, obviously, and JB's relationship with the Duchess. I don't know what it says about me that I love wildly toxic couples but I'm a million percent sure that it's nothing good. Either way, I’m happy I’m not
business mad, and vaguely pleased that I don’t have zillions of dollars to
throw around. I’m certain I’d be even more hideously self-centered and
ridiculous if either of those were the case.
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