Thats right. Fuck you right in your vampire face. You are ruining my life. I dont even know why I love you so much. Anna Paquin is the worst actress on the planet, some of the writing is the cheesiest shit I have ever seen, and Im not all that into vampires and shapeshifters and all that other hoo ha. So, why cant I stop watching you, you fantastical piece of shit? GAH. And another thing - Renee'? REALLY? I LOVED Renee' and I was going to marry his cajun ass until YOU ruined everything. So, thanks and fuck you.
Anywho!
Exciting news - Kelly and I have decided to enter into a Scotch Doubles 8-ball tournament at Chinook Winds in April. We dont really expect to walk away with a ton of money or any crazy titles, but we are super excited about it anyway. The Baseball Player is trying to get her and I to form a 3 person team for another tournament there, one which he has won $750 for placing third in the past. Im hesitant to get all up in the tournament thing, though, as playing pool isnt about money for me. And, as Ive said before, I never play for money anywhere else and that keeps the game fun for me. If my living room were full of trophies like his is, though, things might be different. I know people who hustle tables for money and make a decent profit off playing local tournaments (I met a guy who makes three to four hundred a week playing 9-ball bar tournaments alone) and that is awesome for them, but these people are WAY better than I am and they have this sort of burned out feel to them. Sometimes its as though playing pool is more of a job than a hobby to them. I love the game and I dont want that to change.
The tip on my cue is cracked and I cant afford to fix it until tomorrow and this makes me very sad.
Smooch.
3 comments:
Look, you love True Blood because that shit is hilarious, mmm-kay? :]
True. It is hilarious. Also, copious amounts of pretty titties, helps, too.
I'm of the opinion that you should enter these tournaments and win them all.
You might really like this book with a terrible title, "The Post Birthday World" by Lionel Shriver. Parallel universe book - each chapter alternates - in one world she gets it on with the hard-living snooker (British pool - did you know? I did not) player, and in one she doesn't, and thereby also does not betray her steadier man.
It was good. Terribe title. Nothing in it as bad as the title.
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