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Willa's and my cat, creepybob ran away and deleted his journal. I think that means I'm going to be in trouble when I get back from Vegas. I called in a former band mate of mine to check in on them every day and give them some food but I guess he took that to mean leave the doors open and lose my cat. This is along the same reasons why he is a FORMER band mate. He rarely does anything sober, I'm not sure what I was thinking involving him.
We've been in Vegas for over a week and I'm still not sure why we came here. I've managed to live off room service and low quality food while amusing myself with unlimited access to the television and going down to play Blackjack for a couple hours. I watched Aaron play last night. He sucks, he never knows his limit and he usually ends up with a 23. Never a 22 or 26, always a 23. I think it's a sign from the guy he sold his soul to that he's never going to win in the game of life when he tries his luck alone. I haven't been bad at it. I've lost some, won some. I still have about as much money as I had before we came down here. I had planned on being back by now but Aaron's not ready to leave yet. I have the suspicion he's trying to get me to move here.
I'm starting to watch more and more American Idol, I think they call this addiction. I'm sucked in by Bo Bice and Constantine and waiting for the time in the show where it comes down to one or the other. They're not even cut from the same cloth, really. They have two different forms of music. They just label them both as rockers because they have long hair and they already know how to put on a good show. I'm rooting for both of them right now, but I don't vote more than once. I can't imagine how other people can accomplish voting the whole two hours for their favorites in the show. I have about another hour before it comes on the TV here so I'm going to cook some shower and get some 99 cent shrimp cocktails and see how sick I can make myself by the time the show comes on
We've been in Vegas for over a week and I'm still not sure why we came here. I've managed to live off room service and low quality food while amusing myself with unlimited access to the television and going down to play Blackjack for a couple hours. I watched Aaron play last night. He sucks, he never knows his limit and he usually ends up with a 23. Never a 22 or 26, always a 23. I think it's a sign from the guy he sold his soul to that he's never going to win in the game of life when he tries his luck alone. I haven't been bad at it. I've lost some, won some. I still have about as much money as I had before we came down here. I had planned on being back by now but Aaron's not ready to leave yet. I have the suspicion he's trying to get me to move here.
I'm starting to watch more and more American Idol, I think they call this addiction. I'm sucked in by Bo Bice and Constantine and waiting for the time in the show where it comes down to one or the other. They're not even cut from the same cloth, really. They have two different forms of music. They just label them both as rockers because they have long hair and they already know how to put on a good show. I'm rooting for both of them right now, but I don't vote more than once. I can't imagine how other people can accomplish voting the whole two hours for their favorites in the show. I have about another hour before it comes on the TV here so I'm going to cook some shower and get some 99 cent shrimp cocktails and see how sick I can make myself by the time the show comes on