It's Thursday...but it's my Friday night and I'm happy 'bout that. (FINALLY...something to be fuckin' happy about.) I have two days of no commitments.....yet.....and I'm just thrilled. (No, that was not sarcasm.)
Talked to Shadow briefly last night. Sounds like it's a mix between drunkedness and a lot of sleep where he is. Takes him, like, 20 minutes just to load one page on his mobile since the reception is bad....so he's trying to keep up. He'll be back tomorrow...I think.
Oh yes, we talked about going....I need to call him. (There goes the commitment-clause.) Hmm.
Hellbeast stole my poker chips last night. (Yeah...you thought I was gonna let it go, didn't you??) We're sitting at work, working (imagine that..), and playing hands in our down-time. (Our job is hours of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer chaos....and no, nothing was at stake...no strip poker...just dickin' around, passing time.) I go out to smoke, I come back and we start to play another round. I look at my chips and think..."I thought I had more than that. Hmm." But let it go; didn't really think anything of it. Several hands later, I even commented by saying, "It's getting kinda sparce over here." Then after the last hand...the fucker says "Well, you really had all of THIS!" and hands me a shit-load of chips.
Yeah...this war ain't over!!!!!!
(Although everyone knows I can't stay "mad" at him for too long. He has that working for him.......damn it.)
Well, my ex-roomie just called me and said, "BREAKFAST!!" I'm starving, so I'm outta here. I'll catch up with you all a little later.
CIAO!!!
Talked to Shadow briefly last night. Sounds like it's a mix between drunkedness and a lot of sleep where he is. Takes him, like, 20 minutes just to load one page on his mobile since the reception is bad....so he's trying to keep up. He'll be back tomorrow...I think.
Oh yes, we talked about going....I need to call him. (There goes the commitment-clause.) Hmm.
Hellbeast stole my poker chips last night. (Yeah...you thought I was gonna let it go, didn't you??) We're sitting at work, working (imagine that..), and playing hands in our down-time. (Our job is hours of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer chaos....and no, nothing was at stake...no strip poker...just dickin' around, passing time.) I go out to smoke, I come back and we start to play another round. I look at my chips and think..."I thought I had more than that. Hmm." But let it go; didn't really think anything of it. Several hands later, I even commented by saying, "It's getting kinda sparce over here." Then after the last hand...the fucker says "Well, you really had all of THIS!" and hands me a shit-load of chips.
Yeah...this war ain't over!!!!!!
(Although everyone knows I can't stay "mad" at him for too long. He has that working for him.......damn it.)
Well, my ex-roomie just called me and said, "BREAKFAST!!" I'm starving, so I'm outta here. I'll catch up with you all a little later.
CIAO!!!
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Oh it's cool you can share this site with your bf. I cam't do that with mine. Nor do I want to.
I'm mad at Shadow because I was sick and when I came back he didn't even notice so if he is reading this...*gives Shadow the finger*
*goes on to ignore ShadowDORK*
Hellbeast has time to play poker but not check in on the site? Tsk tsk..how the hell is he doing anyway?
Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. I hope you enjoyed it.