You can say I'm the kind of guy who lives the high life, surrounded by luxury, the high quality stuff, the real shit. People on the streets, the commoners, my friends, and coworkers are jealous that I live like a fucking king. My closet is filled entirely with designer clothing. Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in. These glasses are Gucci and they're way better than the ones I see everybody else wearing. It cost maybe around $450. My Geobasket shoes cost a little over $1000. Took me a while to save up for those. Had to beg my parents for extra money for them.

The car I own is a Lamborghini. I'm really proud of this one. You don't know how cool it is to drive around in the city in this. Feels so good driving during the night with the music on its highest and the bass boost at max. The sad part is that I don't drive very often. I actually don't even drive to work. The gas price is just too high to manage, you know. I just take the bus. I actually take the bus for everything to be honest. I only ever drive my Lamborghini like maybe twice a month.

It really sucks having to take the bus. All the old people who use them look at me funny like I don't belong there and they're right. I wish I could drive my Lamborghini more often. The only good thing about taking the bus is when the girls look at you. They just, you know, can't stand not having their eyes on me. These designer clothes work like magic. Makes your sex appeal shoot up by 200%. I love how they completely ignore my chubby silhouette. I have been thinking about working out but gym memberships cost too much and I'd like to save up some money for a second pair of shoes.

It's actually not easy to get a girlfriend here. I actually never had sex before. My fashion sense, you know, might catch the ladies' attention but I'm not good with the smooth talking. It's harder, especially with picking up the Chinese girls. They don't say it but it's clear from their eyes that they think I'm some creepy, little chunky white guy who has yellow fever. I just happen to have a preference for cute, young Chinese girls. More specifically, the rich Chinese girls. I feel like they know what kind of lifestyle I'm living in and they would be able to help me maintain it. If I were to have a relationship with one, her parents would give us the money to help us live a happy, healthy life. Maybe offer me a really fancy office job.

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I actually work as a dishwasher. I work at, you know, a fairly simple neighborhood pub. The job is kind of terrible but the pay is even worse. I have to work six days a week to minimally maintain myself. I don't think I'm suited for this kind of work. I'm not sure why I'm put into a position of work like this. I don't belong here. I should be more like Patrick Bateman without the psycho part.

I don't have my own apartment. I live with my parents and they were nice enough to make my rent $100 a month. I'd prefer if they didn't put a rent on me but my dad would lecture me on helping the family out if I talked back. I know they don't approve of my luxurious lifestyle but I can't change that. My lifestyle is what makes me. It's what separates me from everybody else. It's what sets me above the rest of the commoners -- the plebeians. It's just a part of me. It's what makes me. I deserve to be earning way more than I am right now.

I'm not planning to go to college or anything. I've been told to go to a trade school but it's not my thing, you know. I much prefer just marrying a rich Chinese girl who's parents can land me a good job through their connections... I just really hope I can marry a rich Chinese girl soon. I really want to drive my Lamborghini more often. Maybe have some nice Asian sex from time to time, you know.