Not Fair

Here's an irony of my life. Annie, who rarely gambles, is on her second trip to Las Vegas right now, while I am stuck here in "no loose sluts - uh, I mean no loose slots" land. Not fair. I would be in the middle of a 18 hour session right now if I was in Vegas. Or I'd check out all of the Elvis impersonators. Don't step on my blue suede shoes baby.

Still no poker for me. This is becoming a real problem, as I have about $800 or so floating around in assorted online poker-rooms. I still have my Neteller account shut down, and I'm not really sure how I'm gonna get the $ out. Bummer.

Neteller told me that I needed to contact my ISP to have them professionally perform a virus scan on my computers, because they said that is how I got my account hacked into. My ISP told me to contact McAfee to have them fix the problem. Nice, so I'm going round and round. The worst part about this is that if this happens again, I'm liable for the $. Which means that Neteller wouldn't pay me back. That's what I'm most afraid of.

So here I am, with all of these juicy sites out there, and nothing I can do about it, for now. Bastages.

On the bright side of things, I'm getting boatloads of relief work. In fact, I'm having to turn down work. Not a bad problem to have. The first time I did relief work (about 3 years ago in Houston), I could never get enough, and so this is much appreciated. Daddy's got a few bills that need to be paid off (and a trip to Vegas to pay for, hopefully).

These posts are not very funny anymore. What has happened to my sense of humor? I think it's not as sharp because I've been so tired as of late. Well, not so much as of late, but as of the last 6 months, I guess.

I contacted my old landlord the other day. Why? Because he has stolen my $600 of deposits. He is ripping me a new one, and is laughing all the way to the bank. I told him to send me a copy of the receipts from the "new carpet" he had to buy. I lived there 6 months and the carpet was SPOTLESS when I left. I still haven't received the receipts. Hmmmm. Yeah, I be getting "bent over the couch and being taken to town." What's a pale-skinned brotha to do? Other than lay back and take it.

I can't really afford to take him to small claims court, being that I live in Ft. Worth and he's in Houston. Heck, it would cost me $100 or so just to drive there and back. Plus loss of at least one day's work, and the time to drive down there. B.S. is all I can say. Good thing my current landlord is Dr. Toes (a.k.a. Cameltoes, Sir Toes, Cameltoes the Board Certified Cameltologist), so I don't think I'll be getting taking to da cleaners.

I'm about to make like a tree and leave. Keep on keepin' on beoooooooches.