Haven't slept a wink and I'm heading off to work in a few (giving up my sleep for hanging out at shop equates work in my book hey) cos Bryan's grandma passed away and Nic's down with some.. I don't know, just sick or something?
I swear, our common fondness of the decadent act that gambling is was and can very possibly still prove to be the bane of my entire family.
Take my brother. He just won 4d and $350 at TMK's mass the night before last remember? Well last night he bloody lost $800 at the same mass. Brrrr. The queer and scary thing is, the $800 seems so insignificant compared to the 2grand debt he chalked up the other time, so neither of us are very affected by this loss. Just took it as, money come, money go you know? Bloody hell, now that I think of it $800 is a reasonable sum of money.
It's just like my Dad said, we gotta watch it cos we've got this gambling-addict gene in our blood or something.
I am so sick of living in a tiny house. True, I'd probably miss sharing a room with the bro after 18 years but still. I wanted to exercise the other day and I was thinking damn I used to have the treadmill the tricycle and some weird stepping up and down thingy in my house. I wanted to play a game of billards and I remembered damn I used to have the bloody table in my house. For fuck's sake my DVD and Kbox system is down! The computer's in the living room, so's the SCV. I mean, what's the point of getting most of the channels only to have the goddamn box in the living room?! NO AIR CON! We wanted to get a pool table but it didn't fit into the tiny shophouse and now we've rented it out so.
SIAN AH.
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