I Think I Went A Little Bit Crazy,

I've been obsessed with Dan Black Lately. His voice is quite unique and his style and sound are really fitting to my style tastes. I like how he dresses too.

Any how, the talk with my cousin wasn't exactly the best.
Okay, Even if I'm a realist when it comes to things in life, I sort of thought and wanted this to go a lot better. I thought we would have some heart felt messages, talk about things, get some what a little closer. You know, become friends.
I mean me being gay, not exactly out there in the world, and not really having anyone in my family to confide in, I got a little excited to know that a relative is gay too. Someone to talk to you know?

Well, I'm not going to say that it was bad, but he told me his story in a small paragraph. His mom found out he had a boyfriend due to high volume of calls at weird hours and suspicious constant outtings. Then he told me how his mom just told him to keep hush about things because his dad will be furious and what not. He also added that he was out to some of his family, which he told me was just his cousins (the ones I never really liked or spoke to). And that was that. I wrote back a long message and I got a short reply, a really short one that was kind of "yeah, it's tough" or something along those lines. He didn't even finish that damn message. It ended in an incomplete sentence. Like he pressed send on accident or something.

After reading that, I was just like-oh, alright. I guess that's it.

I was disappointed. But I guess I was expecting too much. I always expect too much like this with people and get disappointed. I hope for too much sometimes.

He added me on all kinds of social networking sites, and it kind of annoys me because I'm the type of person that only adds people if I'm going to be interacting with them, and I suddenly feel this obligation to accept his friend requests.
But he's one of those people that don't really reply when you send a message. Just like my other cousins. Ugh, I'm so tired of those people. See why I'm not close to my cousins? They don't fucking reply!

Any how, work has been really busy, I guess people are getting their tax returns and they are spending it all at the casino. Too bad people are cheap, because I can't seem to make a decent number of tips with how much my arms are flailing around dealing blackjack non stop.

I really don't vent about work much into detail, but here are a few things that reallllly bug me lately about customers:

-They play stupid, and they do the wrong moves at Blackjack and complain that I'm bad luck. I told a few customers too " I'll be better luck when you know how to play". Rude huh? But I was really irritated on those nights, so they had it comeing.

-They'll win ten hands, and lose one and bitch and complain about that one hand as if they've been losing the whole time.

-They tip you a dollar and make it seem like you're desperate for that dollar and treat you like shit. I just want to roll my eyes and tell them "bitch please, I've made $800 off a customer before do you really think I'll kiss your ass for one dollar?" I mean I was nice about the dollar, hey it's a tip, but he was a total ass and making noises like I was a dog who wanted a biscuit. Customers have been cheap and rude lately, and coworkers have been vicious with their come backs. One of my favorite coworkers got fired because a customer tipped him a dollar after paying her out about three thousand bucks and told her "if you're going to be cheap, just don't tip at all" and gave back the dollar. I'm glad I'm not that miserable yet, I have a lot of comebacks too that are worse than that. I just don't say it.

-Old people complain as if they should be winning just because they've alive longer than us. Why in the world do old people think that when they gamble, they should win because they are old? The effects of gambling do not discriminate against anyone, gay, straight, old, young, black, white, mexican, tall or short. If you gamble you're going to either win or lose depending on what comes up.

-People asking "What's wrong with you" when they lose. I'm a dealer, I just pull the cards out, whatever you get is what you get! This doesn't bother me that much though, I get witty and yell back "what's wrong with you!?" and then they start talking back and we're suddenly nice to each other.

But customers are just making me madddd these days.

After work and during work, it makes me not like people for a while, and when I get home I'm all kinds of bitter. And every little thing irritates me like certain text messages from people will annoy me and I just won't reply because I'm so annoyed.

But any how. That's all that's going on.

Charlene and I are planning to go Pismo Beach on Wednesday after noon. We won't have too much time to go on trips and we said we would never go back there again,but it's the farthest thing that's near enough to get to in a day. Plus I want to take pictures of the scenery. I have my new Diana Mini and it takes pretty pictures.

But til then, stay safe people.

Oh, and I found this commercial on Youtube that made me laugh so hard! I don't know if anyone would find this funny but I was just laughing at this for a solid ten minutes!