My two-cents.

Bumbling idiot vs. Pwc vs. JPMorgan?

Bumbling idiot wins, hands down.
Because:
my heart > money
unless money can buy me a bumbling idiot, cause this one doesn't love me, and so my heart might as well be equivalent to some loose change. cause that's what I am. a pocketful of jingle - too small a change for some twist-latch knickknack machine, too many and useless for a faraway fund for some faraway plan of escape that would never be far away enough to forget.

Birthday doom is looming and old patterns are re-emerging but misery's a cliche, being lovelorn is a cliche, chinese boys are cliched. but like cliches, familiarity is good, cause everyone understands them (cliches that is), but nobody wants to use them (fucked-up boys, that is) but I. because really babe (me, mental note), nobody wants to hear your clever wordplay, nobody needs that much imagination nor creativity nor novelty in thought or inspiration because we are all inane, insipid little cretins too lovelorn, miserable and cliched to admit that money is in fact, > than our hearts.

cause even a little change gets you more change.