I don't like borgata

Beyond the marbled tiled walkways, gurling fountains and high class luxury stores lies the evil evil casino floor. They try to exude a happy atmosphere, announcing winners of contests and things of such. The scantily clad cocktail waitresses serve you icy cold drinks, but they are there only to draw your attention.

Suddenly you don't realize the dealer has a spark of evil fire within her eyes. She rolls the roulette ball, once, twice, three times, and clears the entire table of five players, never once rewarding a single chip to a player. Including myself. She looks at me, smirks, and brushes me off as another victim of her precision rolling.

What an evil place.

My week has been pretty hectic

My mom is off playing happily in taiwan, leaving me stuck at home serving myself. My schedule has been weird lately as well, i've been sleeping before ten waking up earlier then I need to for work and then just hanging out there all day. Lots of meetings.

I can blabber on, but nothing interesting really happened besides me finding out how much gambling at borgata sucks.

The sad part is, i'll probably go back there. I'm just going to avoid that evil witch. I remember her face. Every time i close my eyes, i picture me punching it. How could I forget it?