2009-01-31 ~ 4:07 a.m.

Bits Of 2009 So Far

I really want to update this thingy more often.

Soooooo, this past week has been Chinese New Year. Those sweet, sweet, snotty Chinese peoples. God love 'em. Ya know, I can look past the public displays of nose pickin'. I was even tolerant of the public hemorrhoid cream application. That one horrified me a little, but I was tolerant. But there is absolutely no excuse for coughing without covering one's mouth. I'm not surprised that sars was so rampant in china, is what I'm sayin'. And they didn't learn a thing. Rude, rude people.

And, these are some of the richest of the richest Chinese people to celebrate Chinese New Year the way that they do in the casino that they do it in...and they are just really disgusting people. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for not spending exuberant amounts of money on fancy clothes and accessories or on extensive plastic surgery and all that... but how 'bout a teeth whitening toothpaste? Or...deodorant..shampoo...even ain't no shame in a hair styling product.

I'll tell you what they do spend their money on... Hours and HOURS of baccarat. Lots of hours. Lots of money. The quality of refreshments that we give them while they play is astounding. Punch and pie to the platinum power.

As you all know, you drink for free when you gamble. You know you're around a little bit of "money" when someone you're gambling next to orders Johnny Walker Blue and the casino comps it.

These people though...well, on the most part, they aren't drinkers. There is possibly a time and place, but, oddly enough, gambling isn't it. And anyway, these people are so beyond just a few free drinks and a comped room. The other day, I was dealing a private game in a private salon. (Yeah, I'm totally VIP, bitches!) I was dealing to a little chinese man, and his friend showed up to order lots of refreshments. If I had a high roller friend, I would too. Back in those salons, they don't have cocktail waitresses, they have butler service. And, of course, we try to provide wait staff that speaks the player's language. These guys didn't really speak English, so their butler was a chinese man as well, and a lot of their ordering happened in cantonese, (I think.)

Their butler brought two bowls and a pot of hot water, poured the hot water in the bowls, and I saw these noodly type of things floating around. Coattailling friend went down on that bowl like a (porno person) (doing something porno-ish). I caught up with that butler a couple of days later and asked him what it was. It was not noodles.

Bird's nest soup. Bird's nests is the most expensive animal product consumed by humans. (That's a fact, I looked it up and am now educating you.) The swift (it's the bird) literally spits out a nest during mating season over a period of 35 days, and then little chinese people take over the area and collect them. It's a dangerous job which is why the nests are so expensive. There are a few different varieties, white, black, and red. (I think there's one more, but I don't want to look it up again.) (Edit: there is an indonesian blue one that sells for about the same as the red, maybe a little more.) The red is the most expensive selling for as much as $10,000 a kilogram, and I looked that up to, and that's about 2.2 pounds. (You're welcome.) The butler did tell me that what he served them (the white) we sell for $250 and OUNCE. So those dudes were slurping down $500 worth of high levels of calcium, iron, potassium, and magnesium-y goodness. And these nests are said to aid in digestion, raising libido, improving the voice, alleviating asthma, improving focus, and an overall benefit to the immune system.

I think this is why money has to exist in this world. We would all want that, wouldn't we? Some of us would certainly feel entitled to it. But we just can't all have it.
But if the world were the way it's supposed to be, the people who wanted it, would go and get it them damn selves. I would not survive in a world that is the way it's supposed to be.

Oh, so, I went on that date with that girl. I thought it went really well. I guess I was wrong. She hasn't called or texted me back. What are you gonna do?

However, it was a little humorous during the date when I finally settled into my nervousness and had a chance to really take in the experience... we're both 32 year old, longish dark hair, dark eyes, same basic make up style including the brownish reddish lipstick. We both had on long sleeve black cotton shirts and jeans. We were also approximately the same height, she a little more slender, but still curvy. I mean, when they say couples start to resemble each other...we would have been identical twins if we would have pursued a relationship.

I'm sure it was for the best, but I'm a little bummed I didn't get the whole experience, even for just a week.

I kinda know what lesson I was supposed to learn. I realized that I do prefer the companionship of a man than to a woman. I remember I used to say, "I love dick, but I really love women." I think, actually, it's quite the opposite. I think I just like to fuck women. It's all I've ever done to them. (So, it was funny that I said that about internet dude. It seems like a case of "takes one to know one.") Again, I've never really had a relationship with one, and, honestly, the prospect of one terrified me a little. She probably got that feeling... but... to not call back at all?? I may be biased, but it really didn't seem like she wasn't going to call back at all.

Hehe..sorry.. "poor me tangent"... Plus, if I just fuck the ones who just want to fuck me, I think those can be very positive relationships. And Yummy!

The point was, it really did terrify me. I kept thinking, "would I want to be in a relationship where I'm not allowed dick at all? Could I even do that?" I really tried to downplay it in my head like, "It's not really a big deal. There are still dildos and stuff."

But then also, I kept wondering, "But what if HE asks?"

Ok, there's a guy at work...

He... wow... I don't know what to say about him...

He conveniently showed up right as I swore off men. I've "known" him before. We broke in at the same casino. We were really young and really drunk. And we have nothing in common except that we like to bust each others balls. (I mean that in the "bust each others chops" way and not anything sexual. We haven't so much as exchanged phone numbers.)

He's gotten me all a-twitter. (I mean that in the way it used to mean, not that I am "twittering" about him...though I might have...ahem.) I can't say a single intellectual thing in his presence. I'm lucky that whole sentences come out...and mostly regretful when they do...

And this psychotic maniac, I believe, finds joy in saying something to make me feel the joy of being a woman one moment and then barely takes any notice the next. Clever bastard.

And, yes, by me calling him a "psychotic bastard" I am really reflecting and projecting how I feel about myself. I have been completely psychotic about him. I figure out what table he's at and if our breaks are going to line up, and if not, I keep an eye out for extra dealers that are giving us extra breaks and seeing if THEN our breaks will line up and if they do, when it will be. It's all very scientific. (However, even my supervisor that particular day said it wasn't "scientific so much as psychotic.") I've googled him. Searched for him on every network site I belong to. He, apparently, has other things to do than spend all day doing dumb shit online. How weird.

I really wanted to play it cool... not mention our past indiscretion to people at work...I fucking know better. But I just can't stop my mouth sometimes. Guy At Work has called me a sieve. The thing is, though, I didn't say a WORD to ANYONE when it did happen 10 years ago. I'm kinda owed this glory. :)

Nope, I haven't been able to make much of a good impression on him at all. But I'm not sure that I want to considering the psychoses I have for him. I've learned that when I feel this way about someone, it isn't necessarily "good".

Oooh, but he's tall. I like tall.

In good news, babies are a comin'. A few of my friends, actual close friends are pregnant. However, one did miscarry yesterday. It is such a weird brand of sad when that happens. You want to cry, but there was barely a relationship, but then you feel guilty for not crying over a lost life.

Anyway, it is sad. The mom was really excited about it. It was a TOTAL oops baby. She had just gotten on the pill, even used another form of birth control for a month before going au naturel and STILL got pregnant. I'm SO glad I have a higher tolerance to sperm.

Anyway we said the pregnancy was meant to be, and now we have to trust that this was as well. She is a strong woman and is going to make it through just fine. It just sucks.

Girlfriend, Rally Edition, just got her ultrasound pictures the other day. I saw my little pruney peanut. However, I will probably have to avoid my friend towards the end of her pregnancy. Pregnant in the summer in Las Vegas, are you kidding me? She's probably going to be angry. And her house is probably going to be really cold.

I'm having financial issues. Like everyone else. Mine are the better of sucky financial issues, so I won't bother about them. I just had to cut out little luxuries. This paycheck, though, it has to be ALL of them. I don't care for that feeling.

Can anyone spare a beer? Or a joint? Couple of AA batteries because, if you remember, I kinda swore off men.

Speaking of that. I've never really been into vibrators. I've never been interested in one long enough to make the batteries go dead, but this one, I can't keep a pair in for more than a couple of days. I think it's in it's shape. It's one of those for to find the g-spot, (I'm still hopeful but still didn't find it,) BUT the way it rests in my hand so that the curve at the end of it hits my clitoris.. It's really nice. And helpful because my carpal tunnel is not getting any younger.

I was watching an episode of Cathouse on HBO, and the girls were talking about how much masturbation goes on there, and they always know when someone's masturbating because the teevee kinda, ya know, does that thing... and they'll go around and find out who's masturbating, which is hilarious. But I wondered why they would use corded ones instead of enjoying the freedom of a battery powered one...

...I so get it now.

So, if you would like to give to either My AA battery collection or My Fund To Buy A Corded Vibrator, get in touch with me!

Notes work, comments do not, and [email protected] SHOULD work. I'll find out when someone tries it. I'm not sure if the guest book works, someone try that too!

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