I am so pissed I can't see straight.  It takes a lot to get to me enough that I cry and shake and it was done at the unceremonious time of 5:50am.

There is one thing I do not tolerate.  Especially from someone I have known for 15+ years.  Do. Not. Lie. To. Me. Period.

I don't know what the fuck makes you think that I am going to take that shit now when I didn't take it when I had known you for 6 months.  You lied to me about the exact same thing no less.  Good to know you haven't changed.

You are an adult.  You can watch whatever you want, but when I ask you about it, don't lie.  Especially when you know I saw you.  And it isn't like I was sneaking around.  I went to the bathroom so, you know, I can clearly see the computer on my way. 

You fucking idiot.

For whatever reason I have this insane urge to travel.  It is probably just my escapist attitude boiling up again.  Whenever things in my world turn to shit, it always seems like a trip will solve everything.  We all know it won't.

Last night I went swimming for the first time in forever.  That means I had to wear a swimsuit.  In public.  Than goodness it was dark.  It took me forever to find the damn thing since I (a) hadn't seen it since mom was out a couple years ago and (b) well, I obviously rarely go swimming.  There is both good and bad news to report about said swimsuit.  The bad news: It is too big.  The good news: It is too big.  While dry it appears that it will be okay to wear, but when wet.... yeah.  I gotta find a new suit.  Joy.

The last month or so has been filled with various weekend outings.  I can honestly say that during my entire 12 years in this city I have not gone and done as much as I have since Ang moved out here.  That is one of the pitfalls of not driving I suppose.  And living with someone that's.... well, nevermind.  Of course now I am catching crap about going out and the few evenings we decided to have adult beverages.  Apparently I am both a boozer and an individual with loose morals.  If only...  Hey, I never touched that waiter!  I wanted to though, I mean, he was hot in a Sam Trammell kind of way.

So, no dwelling on the things that have been said or done.  Gotta look forward.  I mean, I do have a weekend of debauchery to plan for in September and another one in October.  Not to mention the many weekends in between, however, those will probably be of a more impromtu nature.

Supposidly I am will be going to the gym about 4 days a week starting tomorrow.  The friend that will be going with is notorious for bailing on me though.  I've only been attempting to start this for about three months.  If it falls through again I do have a backup plan.  Finally.  I have plans man and they include my losing more weight.

On a side note... my pool antics last night have apparently resulted in a swollen sore foot.  If this keeps me from going to workout I am gonna be pissed.

I just finished watching Black Book.  It is a great movie.  I suggest everyone see it even if it is in German.  However, I now must find everything I can by one terribly handsome Sebatian Koch.

Holy mackrel.

From 2001 - 2004 I worked the World Series of Poker at Binion's.  Every night I worked was something different, something memorable.  I literally worked just about every non-tournament position in the poker room at some point: comp clerk supervisor, cashier, chip runner, brush, floor and the last two years I worked tournament registration at the request of the tournament manager.  I have many stories that I can never in a million years forget.  OH and I were discussing some of the things that took place during those years.

I knew a lot of names, but no faces.  OH was prominent in the home game scene in Dallas in the late 80s and early 90s.  He was a world class gin player at the age of 18.  Two of his best friends were champion bowlers and another was a poker player of legend.  So here I was working with all the people I knew by name and reputation only.  I was still cute and rather slim then with a decent rack so mistakes were not met with much harsh treatment and if they were someone would always tell them who I was the girlfriend of and all was forgiven for the most part.

My first year was spent as a comp clerk supervisor.  One of the things I did was page for phone calls mainly because people liked my fake phone voice.  So one night I paged this douchebag by his actual name since that was who the caller asked for.  Heaven forbid I not be all knowing and page him by his nickname.  So Captain Douchebag comes flying up to the cage and proceeds to go off on me.  A certain portion of the male population thinks that the only way to deal with a woman is to attempt to intimidate them.  Well, he met his match.  I don't intimidate easily.  My problem is not losing my temper and punching someone.

So here he is, screaming at me, the action at the tables closest to the cage has all but stopped so they can see what is going on.  I let him go on and on.  What the fuck do I care?  As far as I am concerned he is just another prick poker player.  Because, contrary to what the media wants you to believe there are more cocksuckers in poker than not.  Nevermind the fact that he also works in the poker room as a dealer, but during the Series everyone thinks they are someone. 

Through the entire episode I had shown zero emotion.  This bastard isn't worth it.  I looked at him and said something to the effect of, "Well, have you ever considered wearing a name tag so people know what you want to be called?"  Captain Douchebag came unfuckingglued and spouted the traditional response of a nobody, "Do you know who I am?!"  By this point the floor, who is a friend, is standing there obviously lost as to what to do.  I mean, after all I was just a temp employee and a lot of people wanted to work the Series.  I merely said, "You look like a cocksucker to me.  Now get the fuck out of my face before I come out from behind the counter."  Both of them just looked at me with expressions that can only be explained as sheer amazement.  Never once did I raise my voice.  He never spoke to me again and I was heartbroken.

Had I been someone else I may have lost my job.  What Captain Douchebag didn't know was that his manager had asked me to work the Series.  She knew I wasn't going to take any shit from the players and I wasn't going to let them con me.  I can play cute and stupid as well as the next chick to get tokes.  I know how to deal with people and I know how to put them in their place when needed.

I think that since the Series is about to hit town I shall start posting about events that took place then.  Some involve famous individuals, some don't, but they are all amusing.  At least to me and well, that's all that matters now isn't it?

Things at work are tense to say the very least.  I'm not happy about the situation, but I don't think I am going to give a shit anymore.  It does me absolutely no good to worry about it.  I mean, its not like I am going to sleep with a member of the legislature to keep my pay and/or job and/or benefits intact.  I do have some standards and at no point in time will a politician be in my standard range.  Unless, of course, they want to buy me shiny things. 

I like shiny things. 

And apparently hillbillies.

This is exactly my problem right now.  Well, not the being on TV part.  The brain part.  The total lack of cooperation on said gray matter's part I might add.

clearly, my plan to kill it with beer isn't working

Today is not a good day.  Hell, the last two weeks have been kinda shitty.  But today.... well, I just found out that not only is my pay going to be cut (which I knew and was fine with), but it will not be the 3% - 6% initially projected.  Now our douchebag governor wants to cut state workers' salaries (this includes public school teachers, state workers and university staff/faculty) by 11% - 16% to cover his shortfall.  I damn near puked.  Every single day I hate this state a little more.

If my pay is cut that much I will be looking for another job.  That much is guaranteed.  This gloomy day weather-wise just got more icky with all this stuff.  Maybe this will spur me on, but I doubt it.  I'm lazy and well aware of that fact. 

On a side note... Danny Gans passed away this morning in his sleep.  He wasn't my favorite show in town by a long shot, but he was talented and one of the last real showmen on the Strip.  With his passing old Vegas style entertainment is all but dead.

My big event that was suppose to happen this weekend is not happening.  Which I suppose isn't necessarily a bad thing since I didn't need to spend any extra money anyway.  I would have been nice to go out and have fun though.  Oh well, I can find amusement elsewhere.

In the past week I have also completely deconstructed three rosaries and reconstructed two of them.  The third is about a quarter of the way finished.  These are the ones that were mentioned in a previous post.  My original design was structurally unsound so they had to be re-designed.  Mission accomplished.

Two weeks ago Ang and I attended the Las Vegas Highland Games which were presented by the Las Vegas Celtic Society.  Kilts as far as the eye could see, Guinness on tap, food I didn't need, amazing weather and great pipe and drum competitions.  Really, it doesn't get much better than that.  The only low point was when the bitch tried to ninja my funnel cake.  General life rule: Never fuck with another person's funnel cake. Ever.  No jury in the world would convict someone for beating the shit out of someone for molesting their funnel cake.  Its in the law books somewhere.  I just know it is.  I have pictures and video, but I haven't bothered to take them off the camera and phone.

Now its off to keep myself busy so I don't think about things so much.

Quite possibly the most useful idea you will ever hear.  Thanks to Ang for pointing this out.

Zombies

I was going to post a video from the phone.  But no.  I am going to have to use the cables for that.  Bastards!

Because I am a loser I have started using that picture thing from that place over there on the left.  I should really consider getting a life at some point.

In case you actually give a crap about what is going on in my boring ass life....

• The house hunt has begun. 
• Rusty is feeling better.
• Finally finished Rome - Season 1. 
• I need to get off my lazy ass and make some stuff to sell and sell some crap I don't need/use. 
• Big thing coming up for me in less than a month and I am not the least bit prepared.  I'll post pictures eventually I am sure.  Provided they are suitable for public consumption of course.
• I still live in Vegas and still do nothing.  No, it isn't exciting living here.

I would absolutely love to have something super witty or even sarcastic to share with you, however, I do not.  I don't feel good, the weenus doesn't feel good and I just scheduled myself for oral surgery on Wednesday morning.  Happy fucking Monday!