writing to entertain

Is there anything quite like peeling sweaty skin off a surface? Lying here in bed in my little windowless box (no windows but a curtain! ha!) shifting slightly every 10 minutes to get a little circulation between cheeks and sheets I am left wondering whether or not I should just Falcon Punch a hole in my wall and get some natural light, natural air in here. With my fan perma blowing on me I have a slick, mossy underside and a crisp, aerated topface and the only thing keeping the bugs away is probably the lack of natural light that they need to hide from, the wriggly beasts

I've been drifting a bit in the last week or two, noticing some fucking expansions in the ol' line of waist, extra padding around the line of jaw. The temptation to eat and eat in this city is pretty high, what with the super discounted chinese restaurant next door to work where all the girls are just so god damn nice even though my favourite one left and I felt like sitting outside the shop baying at the moon or just lying down to die like Seymour in Futurama,

That scene always makes me tear up. That girl gave me free tofu and fish head soup when I was ill and it was raining and raining...

Why do I always feel more sorry for the dog then the homeless guy sitting behind him? Its the dependency thing, like that guy is just letting the dog down and the dog doesn't even have a CHOICE, you know, he has to rely on a man who can't even look after himself and I don't see any wild dogs around in Sydney, not that I'd expect to but I hear it happens a lot in asia and considering the geographical location of my shop (Chinatown) I wish there were more dogs around. Even on leashes this place lacks them.

A customer came in having been on a boat I put her on today and she had bedbug bites all up her arms, from that particular boat. She was sweet and seemed completely un-resentful but I put a lot of people on that boat and her feedback was more or less - great place and great boat but the crew and the bedbugs sucked ass.... may have to start recommending a little something else

I've been playing a bit of poker here, online and live. I'm not winning right now but I'm not losing a lot. Highlights include losing a $480 pot to a man I would affectionately describe as a 'Golem', what with his ultra fishy turn call of $120 on QJ34 with his 109 offsuit hoping to catch a big river. When the king came I was like, okay, surely he just had K10? No one would CALL the turn all in with the UNDER straight draw. Yeah, well, goes to show. He jumped up and whopped it on the table, shouting GET IN. It didn't make me feel better that I'd been needling him for some of his other decisions + the Ashes whitewash. He just wanted to get me the bitter bastard, hahah. Maybe I deserved it.

(Note - The Star casinos 10% rake + $5 hourly fee would be laughable if it wasn't a direct shafting that makes it incredibly difficult to play long term, profitable poker)

This was an amusing blog for me, in the sense that it contained a(lot of)musings. Nothing concrete, really, not a lot of tangibility in there. Oh, I more or less have a girlfriend now. We're busy people in the week and I miss her a lot :(