Poke her? I barely see her

Well, my girlfriend is traveling a lot. It's not killing me yet, but the strains it is already putting on our relationship leads a lot to be desired...and it's not even bad.

My worry is the word, Yet.

The next two weeks will be interesting because she only gets, basically, one day to fully chill until it's again time to amp back up for her next trip.
Ah her next trip. Where to start? Napa, ever been there? Neither has she and, like many a museum, I do not get to experience the bright eye'd response to her first time seeing one of the most beautiful places in the world!
Still wanna talk about her trip? My birthday. No, I won't be 30, only 29 and no, I truly don't give a shit about gifts and partying it up at bars, strippers and bonghits. I was doing that when I was 17.

What do I want? My first front tooth? Well, I'm losing more than getting;) I am losing my girl to the west coast. That's the bottom line. I want her with me.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am very supportive of her job. She told me today about the girl who took over her last position and the tears that fall from her cheek on the daily. Not something I'd ever wish upon my lady.

But there are definate snags in it as well. One is spoken, uber-calm, in the last thought. This thought tells me that it's gonna be another long 19 weeks.

I'm gonna continue on, being as strong as possible, but California on April 12th. Did anything truly think of the word, "Karen"? Obviously, Incredibly Crappy Shitheads (ICS) did. Fuckin' assholes fuck us over again.

I don't get it man. Sarah is totally unhappy at her job, K is getting tossed about like ICS's "Doyle" (the dog in the movie, 25th Hour).

Been there too. Done that too many times. I understand being in jobs that make you lose your shit for this reason or that.

I mean, shit. I have to commute IN TRAFFIC 45-50 minutes...sometimes at 6am and I don't even go to sleep til 2. Work sucks, but there are limits. The question is: What's yours?
What's theirs?
WTF is goin' on?

Ah. It's late and I'm sure I'm rambling.

Long story short, it's been a hellava long spring break. Break. Break from getting paid. =
Whatever. I hate my life at the moment.

I wanna be in sync with my girl, my body, my direction...I'll take my car to start with. (Just got it back from Carmax-at least they actaully fixed a few things this time).

Anyway... Karen, I love you. You're gonna do great. I'm not mad at you WHAT SO EVER. ICS can suck my fat fucking blowout! They and The Sergeant's Program should get together and go to the same island everyone speaks of. You know, the one where we take all these 'people' and give them all guns and say go!

I'm behind you. Even if I have to take a long drive.
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In better news, the main thing that made me smile today:

Poker and one of my best friend went together. No, not Huff.
My girl Kate.
Now, most of you have never met the Pennsylvania Bag of Fun. Trust me, fucking awesome girl that's more like my sister than....my sister! (No offense Michelle)
I just love her that's all.
First one of my friends...my TRUE friends, to be pregnant!
That's right, sports fans. A baby!
J-love is gonna have a lil'love with HIS love.
I have nothing more than congratulations for them.
Now what does this have to do with Poker?
Well, I played tonight. Tight as my asshole (Scott, I don't Even wanna hear it), expect for two times.
One: King, 8 club suited. I had to in Kate's honor and I can proudly say, it made me a bunch of chips. So thank you Kate. Karma, Positive-thinking, Self-fulfilling prophesy, whatever...Thanks.
But number TWO beat me.

Huff and I had agreed that if we got down to the finals, we'd split the pot and play heads-up, just to see who REALLY is the better player.

Well, I was one hand away. I loosened up and didn't see what I could have:

Three left on the table. We all get cards. We all call and the flop. (cards don't matter)
#1 raises, Huff goes all-in. I have Q,8. top pair, Q kicker. For no reason, I change my style and go all-in. Now, what I didn't see was that #3 was going to be all in as well.
I sit back, and I've locked up #2 and money.
I call. I'm all in. Queen , 8 offsuit? My 8's are gonna stand against Big Slick and Flush draw? Good Luck.
So there went #2.
Huff won.

Live and learn, or so they say.
As good as it gets, is as good as I play.
Live on and continue to learn,
Even though the fire inside, still burns.

I played it right, up til the end. So, I'm stung all over.

Stung All Over (You)- The Bryan Furye Band (BFB)

Not a bad song name right? Mysery brings on songs, so I'll have to write that tommorrow.

Ramble Ramble.
I'm late on my Trinity Application. I wanted to get it done and off to review on April 1st. I guess today will have to do.

No more summaries. That's where I stand, a bit busted up inside. So, everybody? Get my back aight? I need your friendship and support.
My charge is real low and need your batteries. Re-wind me up.

Re wind me Up! - The BFB

Lots of ideas. Think I'll work on em? Ly - keep me on track of that.
K - Trinity

Everyone else, Congratulate Katherine Connelly Hyams!!

(to be updated later today - look out)