Blogger isn't working again, lost a few thousand just now, Lance's phone just went dead, two more long awful days before I see him again, period is here (which means effing cramps), eyes sore from not wanting to sleep, not catching a single good hand on tourney, BROKEback land, here I come.
I live on the 15th floor, see? I could just take a little hop off my balcony and all this shit will be over.
Basically, I just wish L was here. Things would be so much simpler than this.
And I just busted out a tournament AK vs AA. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK MY LIFE.
15/10/1989, into fast cars, black/silver/grey, good foie gras, poker, a degenerate gambler. Hooked on appealing visuals and in love with the world's most retarded poker player, Lance.