Hi! This is just a test post from my phone to see how it goes. Being restricted to 140 characters or less makes me a sad functional alcoholic. Just a note: I still have 8 tickets left for the Summit game on august 13th. If there are no more takers by the end of this week, I'm going put them back on stub hub.

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Happy Valentinesday

um, who else doesn't have to work tomorrow?

(Hmmm, apparently my phone sucks, and posts that I thought were going through, well, were not going through. Let's try this from blogger this time.)

Quick blurb on my Rush Poker career that won't fit into a 140 characters: Whoever thought up the idea of rakeback, THANK YOU. I just ran KK into AA for the fuckteenth time, and there's no way I'd be able to keep playing without rakeback.

I'm not even going to discuss the 7000 pocket pairs I've been dealt without hitting a set. It would hurt too much.

Back to good

Spent the weekend after NYE at Lutsen resort with my girlfriend. And a bunch of lesbians. if you've never heard the cacaphony, the mind-numbing cawing of a murder of lesbians playing Apples to Apples after a day-long drinkfest, consider yourself lucky. The high-pitched, drama-filled squeals are nothing any man should be subjected to, at any time. But I was, and I made it out alive.

Two days later I got a massive cold. Coincidence? I think not!

Now I'm back to feeling semi-normal and can actually enjoy beer again.

Normal.

Good.

I have registered to play in the PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker! The WBCOOP is a free online Poker tournament open to all Bloggers, so register on WBCOOP to play.

Registration code: 178567

As of 9:11pm on Thursday, I am no longer the king of my own castle. And I didn't relinquish that title or my balls to my girlfriend, either. No, it is now a 3lb ball of fur that currently responds to(or doesn't depending on how he's feeling) OwDon'tBiteTheFace!, or Get Outta There! I'm not sure which will be easier to scream at 5:45am-his current play time-when he's stalking my nose hair in pitch black, so we haven't settled on a name yet.

Cats are weird.

Speaking on the subject of herding cats, I won't be going to Vegas with all y'all in the next few weeks. Sad, I know. While I could possibly make it work financially and find a place to sleep, and I would be able to afford bar-related antics, I wouldn't be able to PAI-GOW! or play the original no download poker, live poker at IP. What fun is that? I can walk around, drunk, talking to random people in Minneapolis, too, and this way I can save money on airfare.

Oh yeah, and I'm not going to Vegas until stripperbynight goes, too.

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Hmmm. I may have finally figured this whole internet on my phone thing out. Impressive! Painful and stupid, but impressive.

Every single time my mom leaves a voicemail, it goes a little something like "....this is your MOTHER. The woman that gave you life. Call me!"

I asked her the other day why she just doesn't get the interent, and immediately regretted it. She'd not only inevitably wanting to be Facebook friends, but also send me every goddamn chain email she's missed out on the past 10 years. Great.

Not only do I now have to make sure I keep up with the phone calls, but prevent her from ever getting online.

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Well, let's see if THIS stupid thing will post. Goddamn I hate the interenet.