Bad Combo

Purell
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Fire
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Nipples
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OUCH OH MY GOD TO HOLY HELL THAT HURTS!

I am a sellout...

Yes. I am a sellout. First I am Jaime Gold and now I am a member of the myspace community. I am in total hiding. Don't even try finding me. I don't want to be found. I just started it up to meet people that play poker. Simple as that. Well, girls that play poker. I am evil aren't I? Perfect for that establishment.

Vegas Countdown

4 Days...

I hope on a 10 am flight and deal with engines roaring, babies crying, RLS, and chewed up iPod headphones. I love roadtrips. I love to drive backroads. Anything but a straight line. I like airports. I had a blast with the Tennessee trip and wish I could travel more. So I am getting a vacation. I get to get away from porn and chats and carpal tunnel pain from molesting a mouse for 15 hours a day.

But there is a downside. I don't deserve a vacation. Nope. I don't deserve one at all.

I have too much guilt. Too much panic going on. My life and credit (in that order) are on the line. I should be job/lawyer/arsonist hunting. I am so stressed if I rip out my last hair I am going to look like Michael Chiklis.

Vacations are supposed to be relaxing. I need to learn how to. I plan on having fun. I plan on gambling. I plan on leaving some sins and replace them with a few others. Not that I don't already commit these at home. I just have less reminders of home to remind me.

I wish I had someone to take with me. Someone that would get hammered with me, gamble with me, get obnoxiously drunk with me in a place where it doesn't matter. But I am single. I guess it can't be a bad thing if I plan on 12 hour benders of chips and liquor at the tables. Sin City isn't exactly Venice.

Well, I have to go shopping for some jeans. I still don't know how pimped out I want to get for sitting at a poker table. I am glad I can finally use the Abercrombie Gift Card my ex never took for her birthday.

PLO and MBJ

Call me Jaime Gold.

I can be a donkey. I had some bad reads some good reads, but in the end, my cards fell and I won the Weekly Message Board Junkies NL MTT tourny. It was a good game. I never feel super confident, and just played with patience I am happy. A happy donkey. But happy.

Pot-Limit Omaha has been good and bad. I didn't have fun at the lower limits, moved up and dropped $320 in a session. I moved back down. I am at back at a 7BB/hour profit so feeling better. I am not sure how much PokerTracker will work for me at PLO, but if anyone has an opinion tell me.


I ams tressing a lot this week. I really think I am gonna lose everything with an impending bankruptcy. That's what you deal with when it comes to Homeowners Associations. I can't fight it. Can't afford to. SOL.

Had a blast from the past. Nothing good or bad came from it. Just an experience I don't want to go through again. I am still looking for the rich girl that likes to gamble and travel and can help support me and my kittiessssss. Pic to follow if I can ever figure out how to move images from my cellphone to the email.

I find that I make bad reads in life and bad decisions and the same happens on the tables. I get so bored I just need some excitement. While I never fool around or really live to any extremes in life, I have found that I am still getting into deepshit. Poker 's solution: REBUY! But there's no rebuying in life eh?

Getting ready for my trip to Vegas and my biggest decision yet... New jeans... any thoughts...Either


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Guys have tough choices too ladies.