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Fucking. Typical.
Dec. 5th, 2004 02:40 amI love my brother. I do.
But (and forgive me if I've complained of this before), he is a fucking irresponsible, unreliable shithead.
Surprisingly, he (and his GF) actually came out with me and Nick to the casino.
He drove us there, see, and I decided to leave my coat in the car, rather than check it.
Brilliantly, just before leaving the car, I grabbed my housekeys out of my coat pocket.
Unsurprisingly, he (and the GF) left around 11:30, said they'd be back soonish (an hour or so) and to not leave the floor we were on. Fine, fine. I only started getting cranky around 1. I wanted to leave, but was torn -- shithead HAD MY COAT, and we had his GF's cellphone.
Finally, at five to two in the morning, her cell rings. My brother is stuck in traffic (and I guess the downtown traffic is pretty crappy on a Saturday night), and he's been drinking (more than what he had at the casino, which, BTW, was a fucking lot) and he's telling me to cab it home.
You know what? Fine. I don't care about taking a cab home. I won $140, spent another $40, and quit. The money is not the issue.
The issue is that he could have fucking CALLED and said "you know what, sorry, you have to cab it home" EARLIER than fucking two o'clock in the fucking, goddamn, retarded morning.
Son of a bitch.
Apart from the last hour (of waiting and sitting and bitching), and everything after that (the disgruntled phone conversation, the realization that he fucking DITCHED ME YET AGAIN), it was a good night. We all had fun, got along, we all won some money. It was a good night.
Except for Keno. I fucking hate Keno. Never let me drop another dime on fucking Keno. Out of probably 15-18 games of Keno, I had won my money back. Twice. And my brother took that and let it ride, basically, without my consent. And then we lost. He's a son of a bitch, in case you didn't know.
Anyways, my brother fucking did it to me again, I am very tired, I am very cranky, and I'm going to bed.
Grump.
But (and forgive me if I've complained of this before), he is a fucking irresponsible, unreliable shithead.
Surprisingly, he (and his GF) actually came out with me and Nick to the casino.
He drove us there, see, and I decided to leave my coat in the car, rather than check it.
Brilliantly, just before leaving the car, I grabbed my housekeys out of my coat pocket.
Unsurprisingly, he (and the GF) left around 11:30, said they'd be back soonish (an hour or so) and to not leave the floor we were on. Fine, fine. I only started getting cranky around 1. I wanted to leave, but was torn -- shithead HAD MY COAT, and we had his GF's cellphone.
Finally, at five to two in the morning, her cell rings. My brother is stuck in traffic (and I guess the downtown traffic is pretty crappy on a Saturday night), and he's been drinking (more than what he had at the casino, which, BTW, was a fucking lot) and he's telling me to cab it home.
You know what? Fine. I don't care about taking a cab home. I won $140, spent another $40, and quit. The money is not the issue.
The issue is that he could have fucking CALLED and said "you know what, sorry, you have to cab it home" EARLIER than fucking two o'clock in the fucking, goddamn, retarded morning.
Son of a bitch.
Apart from the last hour (of waiting and sitting and bitching), and everything after that (the disgruntled phone conversation, the realization that he fucking DITCHED ME YET AGAIN), it was a good night. We all had fun, got along, we all won some money. It was a good night.
Except for Keno. I fucking hate Keno. Never let me drop another dime on fucking Keno. Out of probably 15-18 games of Keno, I had won my money back. Twice. And my brother took that and let it ride, basically, without my consent. And then we lost. He's a son of a bitch, in case you didn't know.
Anyways, my brother fucking did it to me again, I am very tired, I am very cranky, and I'm going to bed.
Grump.
