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Friday was an equally interesting day. It's the day that I start to mellow out because I'd get to talk to Bon and not worry about him whenever we're not together. Seriously, I am utterly helpless when it comes to relationships. I somehow abhor the idea of not being alone, of having to worry about someone other than myself. If it was just me, I can handle things perfectly because I have a huge ego to accompany me. But somehow, when I am with Bon, that hot air balloon gets deflated whilst all my insecurities rocket to the moon. And then I turn into this psycho.

By Friday, as I was saying earlier, forgive me if this is a bit redundant but shit it's my goddamn diary, all my worries start to crawl away because I know I'm going to be seeing him, I know that if shit happens to him, I'll be there to straighten things out. Weird, yeah, tell me something I don't know.

What else do I hate?

hatecase number one:

I hated that I have a migraine now because one of the players in my table fucking stinks. I really mean that. His name's Noah. Maybe when God taught him to haul all the animals, he didn't have time to take a bloody bath. Until now. He really stinks! Everytime he moves his arms, that horrible body odor seeps from his armpits and pollutes every one around him. I have to exhale everytime he does that, hold my breath and pray that I don't puke right there and then. I have to bite my tongue so as not to gag. It would have been rude. Ugh. Writing about it now makes me want to puke.

hatecase number two:

There's this fucking idiot player that I think still belongs in the dark ages.

" Poker is a man's game. "

What a chauvinistic pig. Wait, that's an insult to pigs. What a chauvinistic asswipe.

hatecase number three:

I am disgusted by Asian parents who don't give a shit about their culture, coming to Canada for a better future thinking they could shed their skin and be fucking no-sunshine-on-your-ass-white. It annoys me to no end. They blatantly talk to their children in English even though their sentences are peppered with horrible grammar and pronunciation. I understand this need to blend in to the current system, go with the flow shite but I don't understand this complete disregard for their native tongue.

I hate it that my boyfriend knows only a few cuss words in Filipino and I hate seeing Filipino people rather talk in English albeit the misconstructed sentences ( I know my shit doesn't smell sweet as well but I just hate it when people try hard to be all that thinking that they'd be way more sophisticated if they talk in English).

Hence you get these "bastards" who talk like they are black because it's the current trend and don't know shit about their own language except the very famous powtenginamow.

Which takes me to my last hatecase for today:

Rodney Vargas.

He talks to much. He fucking flirts with every dealer that he thinks has got a cunt only to make himself look cool in front of other players. I guess it's part of his job to try and charm people because he is a promoter for some nightclub. But I'm annoyed that he tried to pick me up even though I would throw verbal backhands at him every now and then. He's too stupid to probably get it. Or just trying to be nice. Either way, I hate flirting.

After my shift, my co-worker handed me his business card and a promotional flyer for a 'Christmas' party. I was about to chuck them away when I spotted James the bitch (thanks for the rubber duckie).

" Look, I got a new boyfriend, James!"

He gives me a look that says 'Who's that stupid to pick you up?'. I showed him Rodney's card.

" Why don't you keep it and when you don't have anything better to do, call this guy up and tell him not to flirt with your girlfriend or else you'll castrate him? "

I guess he was too chicken to pull that prank because he just laughed this awkward laugh.

I am mean. And narcissistic. Oh well.