"It’s called money dependence today and people just keep on going on looking at the dollar bill and nothing else around them, no love, no friendship, nothing else just the dollar bill going on into their pocket, into their bank account…"
Idk. I find it ridiculous that there’s still people in my life who claim to love me and yet try to make me feel bad about myself because I’m not making very much money right now.
But guess what. I’m making enough. And I’m happy as fuck. Because I’m pursuing my dream and you aren’t going to make me feel inferior since you JUST NOW got your financial life together. I’m not gonna compromise my morals just to have more money in my bank account.
The money will come. But you can’t buy friends or a wife or husband or any kind of happiness (except cars, you can buy cars and cars are happiness.) I’ll have all that one day soon. And then you’ll have nothing to hold over my head.
As I was working this morning (actually working, with actual racehorses,) I realized that I don’t give two fucks about girls behind a computer screen who have never been around a horse besides their backyard pony and feel the need to bash things and industries they know nothing about.
Seriously. If you are against horse racing, why the flying fudge are you even following me and reblogging my shit. I’m ALL about having intelligent, adult conversations with people who want to discuss racing and learn about what actually happens on the track, but if your only source of information is PETA activists who go on rampages, then I have no desire to have any interaction with you as a person.