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|Monday, February 7th, 2011|
|Friday, January 28th, 2011|
Time from bringing my new car home to having it broken into? About 12 hours.
|Monday, January 17th, 2011|
I feel more when I'm numb.
|Wednesday, December 1st, 2010|
Why you so delicious?
|Sunday, November 28th, 2010|
a squirrel maybe died in my walls
sorry little squirrel, i couldn't save you... because walls
|Monday, November 8th, 2010|
Dear pokers: Me love you long time.
|Monday, October 18th, 2010|
Oh poker. You fickle bastard of a mistress. Two bubbles tonight. One for $700, one for $1050. Stupid guy, down to stupid heads-up, and we're battling for like forever. 2nd gets $200, 1st gets $1050. BIG FRIGGEN JUMP, yah? Stupid guy, limp-calls Q8 against my AK. Total blow-up, practically handing me a thousand dollars on a silver platter. BUT NO! Fickle god Gamblor decrees that the flop shall be TJ9, and thusly I shall be smited. No Queen shall I get on the river. So it was written, so it was done. :'(
I was really excited to get my first 4-digit win too. DAMN YOU MOUTH-BREATHERS. DAMN YOU VARIANCE. *flail*
|Sunday, September 19th, 2010|
Another sweaty, stressful night at work for not enough money, another relaxing post-shift 2-hour poker session to wind down the evening for +$600. El oh el.
|Friday, September 17th, 2010|
Go to work for 6 hours, sweat my face off, run around all over, deal with crazy people: $100.
Come home, sit around playing poker and drinking sake in my underwears for 2 hours: $500.
YES MY LIFE IS AWESOME THANKS FOR ASKING. ^_^ Too bad it's making me all spoileded at works. :p
|Wednesday, August 4th, 2010|
|Monday, August 2nd, 2010|
|Another day, another final table bubble
This was my day. Was in 9th when I ended up losing a 60/40. Would have been like 4th in chips. TAKE A MOMENT TO ADMIRE HOW MUCH 4TH GETS. THE WHORE. *ahem*
So, sooooo close to the beautiful, elusive 4-digits. I'm due a final table, yo. >:( It's frustrating but I can't really be mad, my goal for the day was only to make $100, so today was a pretty successful day off. *deep breaths* Just needed to let it out, yo.
|Wednesday, July 28th, 2010|
|WHINY BITCHING AHEAD BE WARNNNNNED
(also caps and TL;DR)
So yesterday I got like four hours of sleep before Landlord came in all STOMP SMASHY HAMMER CLOMP CLOMP and I was all "wuh." I'm half awake and barely dressed and all sleep-dirtied when everyone comes tromping through my room to make sure the house is still intact or whatevers before the final signing today. So I guess I should try to wake up a bit so I can talk to them later about WTF YOU'RE KICKING ME OUT IN TWO WEEKS WHAAAAAAT so I sign onto the intarwebs whilst my coffee brews.
POWER GOES OUT. Landlord comes in, "You have to leave." Wut. "You have to leave the house, someone smelled gas and they called 911." I get kicked out of my house for like an hour right after waking up, all stinky and cranky and barely dressed and I'm getting really hungry for lunch and my money is STILL INSIDE. WITH MY COFFEE. I hate life forever.
Eventually roommate comes home and takes me out for lunch (yay) and when we come back we are allowed to come in again. I hate life slightly less.
I decide to take a quick hour nap around 5 PM so I can have hawt dates later without being all deadified, and halfway through New Owner Lady knocks on my door to ask me some random questions. "Oh wow I woke you up again you're like always sleeeeeping." Not as much as you'd think, lady. She tells me that Landlord is claiming that I haven't paid any rent yet for July. LOL. I freak out for a bit before digging around in my phone to find texts from Landlord confirming that he received payment at the beginning of the month. Show it to New Owner Lady so she goes away. Am really annoyed by now.
This morning I'm woken up early AGAIN, this time by Landlord calling my phone. When I let it go to voicemail he hangs up and calls back. GRGRAGLE. So I answer and he's like, "No they misunderstood you need to pay me for this whole *next* month." The month in which you aren't going to own the house at all any more and I'm probably going to be kicked out halfway through, and the new owners have already discussed prorating me for? That month? YES. So I tell him this makes NO sense and I really need to talk to everyone else to sort this out and I'm not even awake enough yet to deal with this, we can talk later today. He doesn't say anything for a minute so I just hang up.
Five minutes later he calls back. I send it to voicemail but he still refuses to leave a message AGAIN and I'm starting to feeling frakking HARASSED. I answer the second one by saying "I think you should know that I'm not very happy right now. *pause* Hello?" There doesn't seem to be anyone there so maybe he got bored or something, I hang up.
I want to go back to sleep but now I'm all stressed and annoyed again so I figure I should go home and see if New Owners are there yet. Landlord calls me like two more times while I'm driving home. GO DIE IN GREASEFIRE. Lucky New Owners are there, and they confirm that NO I don't owe Landlord anything, he crazy. I trundle off to take a shower, only to find NO HOT WATER. Because of the gas thing yesterday, it's still turned off. I later find out that it's not going to be fixed until MONDAY. Yeah, okay universe, you da man.
Later this afternoon New Owner Lady tells me that for some reason my security deposit has been reported by Landlord as being something like $230, instead of the $370 it's supposed to be. Cue lots of digging in files, GL me cuz that dude didn't give me receipts for like anything ever. Finally call him and it's "Oh yeah I took some out for some utilities that I never collected for." Yeah cuz that's legal and also something that you can just NOT MENTION. What is this I don't even.
I really really want to be done with this whole mess. Everyone keeps making messes and dumping their messes on me, and stressing out and dumping their stress on me, and it's like JUST FUCK OFF FOREVER ALREADY I'MA GO LIVE IN TREES.
Congrats to you if you actually read all this. Have e-cookie.
|Monday, July 26th, 2010|
Today I got down to the final two tables of a $10 tournament that paid over $9k for first place. I've got a medium stack and then WTF SOME WILD MOUSE JUST CLIMBS UP IN MY BED NEXT TO ME AND I'M LIKE WHAAAAAT AND IT STARTS RUNNING AROUND ALL CRAZY AND I WAS LIKE AUGH IT'S GONNA RABIES MY FAAAAAAACE AND LONG STORY SHORT I went out in 18th.
|Friday, July 23rd, 2010|
So I just had me a lovely little mini-vacation to Cape Cod. And I come home and find a message basically saying, "Oh hi, I just bought the house you're living in. AND I'VE DECIDED I WANT YOUR ROOM." What. Thefuck. This is literally the THIRD time in as many years that I've had the house that I was living in sold out from under me. WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO STOP LIVING LIKE A FRAKKING NOMAD?!
I would seriously like buy a house right now if I could. fufufufufuvfguf
|Wednesday, July 21st, 2010|
Objects shown actual color. I repeat, ACTUAL COLOR.
OMG. Platonic boyfriend, this is ALL YOUR FAULT.
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|Tuesday, July 20th, 2010|
|Saturday, July 17th, 2010|
Oh Mother mine, you so wacky.
At lunch today with my mother, against my better judgement, I decided to tell her of my impending Provincetown trip with my gay BFF. Of course I said, "Cape Cod" instead of Provincetown, and "My friend Chuck" rather than "Gay BFF." Last time I didn't tell her at all, so this was a vast improvement, theoretically.
I was expecting a lecture on the evils of sharing a tent with OMG A BOY, probably something akin to the infamous "Boys have urges" speech. What I was not expecting was her unrelenting insistence that we were definitely totally going to fall in love forevars, and I should WATCH OUT because this is how these things HAPPEN.
"Trust me, Mom. Not gonna happen."
"You start spending a lot of time with a BOY, you start to get FEELINGS!"
"...we've been friends for like five years now. You know, FRIENDS? We've been camping before."
"You should be careful! These things happen when you least expect them. I've seen it before!"
"...I've been spending a lot of time with Chuck's cats, too, and I'm not really worried that I'm going to fall in love with one of them."
"That's different! Those are CATS!"
Thanks for the life lesson, ma.
|Thursday, July 15th, 2010|
I just tried to send a text that said, "I'm hot and tirrrred." iPhone decided I meant "turreted." I think I like this better.
|Tuesday, July 13th, 2010|