Standard variance.
Woke up in a hornet's nest of old wires in an old development. Houses made during WWII. 70% Asians. 30% black. The only guy I saw with my skin color had three "Born in America" articles on his body. They looked mighty impressive stamped across his beer belly.
The last couple months have been frustrating as hell with poker. Just everything blanking and nothing working. I'm not even beating 200 NL on Stars, lol. Or 400 NL for that matter. I barely have a win rate at 100 PLO. I have a small sample size, since I've never played Stars cash till the last couple weeks, but its still annoying. I assumed I'd be winning by now switching to Stars for a while, but oh well.
There's a good chance I might be able to get some good rakeback deals and move to some other sites, try to really find good tables. Just gotta keep running hands and reviewing sessions and watching videos. I've been profitable for a long time and that's not going change, it's just funny the swings you go through with professional gambling.
I'm on the phone with some government office for my Mom. I've been on hold for ten minutes. Standard variance.
I'm starving.
I was at a black girl's place last night. I go to get something to drink, and there was nothing to drink but Kool-Aid. I look for something to eat, and there was spare ribs in a container. I LOLed, then felt racist, then laughed harder. I made a joke about it with her. She laughed. I guess I got approved. I guess I shouldn't feel racist.
You can't expect white people to be that observant. If you give us a very basic pattern and then you actually stick to it, we'll be confused and think the stereotype's true.
Maybe stereotypes exist for a reason? No...
I like fried chicken too. And fried rice. And other dishes that are supposed to be just specific to one nationality. Fucking Seattle, I don't even get any of it, because Seattle makes you such a west coast loving yuppie flower. I've been infected.
I guess the frozen tofu burgers below the ribs don't fit the stereotype, but meh, if I leave that part out the incident is funnier.
It doesn't even compute for me. I think it's growing up in Seattle. All people are just hilarious to me. White people, black, Asians, latinos, we're all dumbasses on our terms. If you get mad about your specific terms being different than another's...you're just silly to me.
I mean, all people do dumb shit. All people can be uptight, all can be geniuses, all can be idiots. We can all be like each other. We all kind of want the same things (food, shelter, sex, a job we somewhat can stand, family, friends)...so I just don't get it. I really just don't. So maybe that's why I make some tasteless jokes sometimes, I just can't compute it. It's funny, how stupid all that shit is, the jokes are so absurd you have to laugh, even if they're against you.
Then you're so detached. You just laugh every time the different groups have a problem with each other. Because it's so forced. So "if I threaten the other tribe it will strengthen me with this current tribe, I will be accepted."
Decides...stoned sex is infitely better than drunk sex. Unless it's a one night stand in which animal sex is required, in which case the thoughtfulness and numbness that alcohol inspires becomes oddly befitting of the situation.
Getting back to the U District. I need some Chinese food, need to write.
Despite lack of success lately and a number of problems coming up I'm feeling pretty good. Just being around good people, working out in the mornings, taking it slow, not drinking (very often)...I'm feeling good. I'm feeling relaxed.
Currently Listening To:
Drake - The Drizzy Effect
Rammstein - Herzeleid
Royce Da 5'9" - The Bar Exam 2
