i sit down. i'm wearing slippers and my hoodie is unzipped and my hair is a mess. i stink. the monkey tilt is pouring out of me.
she is sitting adjacent. she looks at my feet.
"i'm having a bad day." i smile.
she smiles back. i regard her with the cool. late 40s, early 50s. hair impeccably prepared. downtown account payables clerk, probably. it's 8am or so, and i notice that she is holding her right wrist up in the air.
it doesn't look right. i look her in the eye. she smiles.
our names are called. we walk to the loading station for xray. we are lockstep; how did that happen?
unbidden, she tells me that i don't have to explain myself to anyone. i consider how it would have gone had i simply sat down, looked each person dead in the eye, then resumed calculating whatever i had ended up sitting and calculating irrespective of previous events. she is right. we're still walk "yes," is what i end up saying.
we sit down, adjacent, but closer. i smile at her, and she smiles back.
"so, what happened to your wrist?"
it's the same old story. she had her left hand in her purse while walking. she slipped and her right arm came down knuckles first. triple compound jam fracture.
"wow."
"i didn't even feel it. i just went to work. a couple hours later i started to feel it burn. then i knew something was wrong."
i learned later that the burning sensation is the bone marrow entering the bloodstream and the immune system attacking it.
"and here i thought i was tough." she cracks a broad grin and responds. "you are."
i tell her about my day so far. i tell her what i think it will do to my confidence and how my sense of daring will suffer as a result.
"bad things happen, you can't go through life expecting for everything to be 100% perfect all the time. just have faith that tomorrow will be good."
i take it in, then ask her when her injury happened. i ask her because i'm thinking that any surgeon with half a brain would have put steel plates in at first glance.
"3 weeks." she stops. i look her dead in the eye. she knows that i know.
she gives it up. cancer. chemo. depleted heart tissue. given X. her heart grew back. she beat it. she survived.
she doesn't need to tell me that she had a bone marrow transplant. i consider the ramifications. we sit in silence.
she starts talking about her kids, pop culture, yknow, small talk. she tells me about god, and how her faith is what saved her, her eyes clear, her voice steady. i consider the possibility that god has sent me this woman at exactly the worst day of my life for exactly this reason. i cannot totally discount the possibility. i explain why i think there's a small possibility that i've lost my mind today. she tells me that everything will be ok, to have faith.
i ask her what her name is. she tells me. i tell her william, although the rest of the universe calls me will, or casper, or sawseech, or fucking prick, or whatever.
we decide that we should be friends and exchange #s. here we are, both without a right hand, and with 0 pens. me being who i am, i beg her leave and begin to methodically seek out a pen in the most reasonable way possible. i locate a pen, and it's a good one. i tell dude that i'll brb, he believes me even though i look like a psych patient and he clearly needs it. i return.
she is wiping her eye. i sit down and we exchange numbers in a highly unothodox manner.
i tell her about my love for the work of richard pryor. i tell her about tariq, and how proud i am of him. i tell her about the recovery nurse and her insta shittest, and the resultant chop. i cry.
i explain how difficult it is for me to cede control. she understands. i cry again. she cries. some chinese guy in the corrider sees me crying, the top of the food chain 5'11 asian, crying and looks at me. i look him dead in the eye. he looks away.
we sit in silence for awhile. others arrive, and janet seems to appreciate the diversion. i sit and calculate.
she goes in for her xray. she comes out, and the look on her face says it all. i consider offering a hug, but we are now beyond hugs, or gls, or friendly smiles. she nods her head and leaves. i wonder what the fuck i'm going to do now.
i go in for my xray and have my dna damaged for the sake of what i already know, deep in my heart. the results follow soonafter. there is absolute 0 change in the count and position of the sutures.
i stand up and do what i consider to be the next most reasonable course of acion. i considered the possibility of going home to change my clothes but, if anything, shrinks are highly reasonable people. they'll understand.
I'm down another 6BIs today. Feeling like shit and want to move back to NL5. My nuts just cant seem to hold for 2 streets, especially against those faggot flush draws. Losing both AA vs KK and KK vs AA. The only thing positive about today was hitting the 31,667 millionth hand and scoring around 92$.
66snuggles: checks
Hero: bets $5.68 and is all-in
66snuggles: calls $5.68
Showdown Hero: shows (four of a kind, Nines)
66snuggles: shows (two pair, Kings and Jacks)
Hero collected $18.88 from pot
Summary Total pot $19.83 | Rake $0.95
Board
Seat 1: Herman Gauer (big blind) folded before Flop
Seat 5: 66snuggles showed and lost with two pair, Kings and Jacks
Seat 7: Hero showed and won ($18.88) with four of a kind, Nines
Seat 8: kali_mist168 (button) folded before Flop (didnt bet)
Seat 9: Fomblard (small blind) folded before Flop
So for fun I joined plentyoffish.com a free online dating site. Browsed a bit for a few days, got lots of fat chicks sending me messages too. But I saw a chick I was interested in and we had this conversation. She seems like an arrogant twat and I can't seem to understand her. Help me out, is she interested or not? I think she is not.
HER PROFILE: " :::::::::::TIP:::::::: Don't shower me with flattery right off the bat. It makes me feel like you're trying to kiss my ass or just trying to get into my pants, and its just kinda off putting for me. If you want to get in good with me you need to make me laugh and simulate my mind first. Once I've warmed up to you, then its Ok to flatter me.
With that said....Lets continue, shall we?
Hello! My name is Melissa."
ME:
Well, you stated explicitly that you do not want to be flattered. So I guess it is copacetic to say its pretty absurd to note the list of do-nots you have before your actual description. Great. Maybe that is enough of a personality description standing alone?
Haha, anyway, I am just giving you a hard time because I think .... you like it at first? Or something? I do have to say that I just joined this site a couple days ago and have not been interested in almost anybody, but I am interested in you!
So yeah, check out my profile and see if you like or dislike. I would very much like to get a message back.
HER: Well...I'm glad I interested you. But I think its mostly the mystery of me you want to crack.
From reading your profile, you say you like shy girls at first? Lol...If that really is the case I'm sorry to say that I'm totally not shy..at all. Truth is most men are intimated by me.
I must thank you though. You read my profile! Hardly anyone does that. So thanks.
Me: I cannot decipher most of which is written in your message.
So I can't tell if you are interested back at all because mostly all I got was you think you are a special mystery and intimidate men(even though you are a 5'1 cutie pie), but you thank me for reading your profile. Strange. But if you are actually interested I can more than handle strange lol.
HER: I think you're looking to much into it.
ME: k, courtesy response, ic .... gl gl
HER: Lol...are you always this over analytical?
Anyways, I am thinking about telling her that I still can't tell if she is interested but I don't care because she sounds like a twat either way. But her pictures are of a pretty cute little girl with perky tits and dark hair so I wanted it, damn.
So i was testing this table ninja i'm with aces in the btn he 3bets me from the bb and i go for a smallish 4bet;only to find out that the number 2 in my keyboard insta closes the table http://www.liquidpoker.net/user_pictures/fb327.le fu.jpg
From what looked like me raping NL10, I have successfully 8BIs since my previous update. Except for day 1 which was a 5BI fail, day 2 and 3 started with positive results of ~5BIs until the inevitable doom switch comes into play. Day 3 score a 3BI loss on my aces. alkjsdl;kfja;oiejf;ikje;ajdjf;ad
Yesterday I nearly got scammed. I am looking for a new house, which I have now found, but before moving into my current abode I accepted an offer from someone else. That offer seemed too good to be true and there were some scam like things I've seen elsewhere which raised my suspicions, so before I went any further I did a little research, and found his IP address relates to that of a known nigerian scammer.
Today he sent me an email asking for a deposit, which would definitely have ended things since I haven't even seen the house yet lol, but I haven't replied yet. I must say his previous messages were a lot more normal than this obvious scamming crap. Here it is:
How are you doing today ? I just got word from the city council regarding the tenancy form approval and am glad to let you know that your tenancy form has been reviewed and accepted so you have been approved to rent one of the rooms available. What i was told to tell you is for you to pay the required deposit to the below information. All you have to do is to log on to www.westernunion.com and register, after doing that, you click the send money in minutes button and then fill the form, the confirmation will be sent to your phone or emailed to you. Once you receive that, you are to call and activate the transaction. Email me with the transfer info.
Receivers Name: Terry Lane
Address: 133 Edward Street Brighton BN2 0JL
Once you have sent the deposit, kindly attach and e-mail me with the deposit slip been given to you after the transfer or e-mail me with the below info.
And after the deposit has been made you just get back to me with the below information..
Once i receive the details, I will send you the receipt, residency approval and rent agreement confirmation immediately i receive the deposit. I would be waiting to hear from you to know if you got my
email or not.
Thanks for your time and effort!
Sincerely,
Terry Lane
So I'm looking for suggestions on how to stitch him right up... I am aiming for humiliation here...
I've been in Vientiane, Laos for a couple of days. I'm here to get my 1year Thai Visa, but I'm stuck waiting here for the university to send me the visa papers. It isn't a problem to be here except that I've kind of slipped out of vacation / travel mode and I'm really in a mindset to get working on my finances. Still going to get some exploring of the city done this weekend since I'm here though!
Played 4k hands of poker this month, ~4-6 tabling over the past 3 days. I've finally been winning again and running really hot. But its good, because this is the *perfect* time for a heater seeing as how my roll was down to 2.2k and is now at 3.7k. I think I've been playing well too and I've been getting some poker-studying in. With disciplined play and any luck I hope things don't get real rough again too soon haha.
Well I guess here is my first graph close to qualifying as a brag in a long time, woo
I'm selling up to 80% of my action for the 4 million gtd event on February 21st. This will only be my second time playing the Sunday Million, but should be +EV, and you can look at my previous couple of blogs to see some of my MTT experience.
10% = $21.50
Whoops. I guess I couldn't play this after all. The following amounts of been sent back.
21.50 elite00fm
43.00 spewtard
21.50 tiagoxdd
21.50 hneves182
65.00 longple
Sorry guys
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