There’s Dim Sum You Win and There’s Dim Sum You Lose

So I’ve been under the weather as of late, which completely sucks.  My head hurts.  My body’s hot… then cold… then hot again…  I have that funk taste in my month that drys it out.  Life has just sucked for a while… and so has my poker game…

In between, mindlessly watching re-runs of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and power sleeping, I’ve tried to mix in some online poker.  Why not right?  The laptops right there.  The Internet works.  Makes sense to me.  What didn’t make sense: How bad I played.

Most people who’ve played with me before would characterize me as a nit — meaning someone who only gets involved in pots when he has the best starting hands.  To me, it makes life easier.  I breathe easier when I hit top pair.  I sigh less laying down with no pair.  Basically, playing like a nit is the best thing to do when you don’t want to think, because most of time when you hit, you’re a winner and when you miss, you can fold with confidence.  Yes, playing like a nit will earn you lots of money and fancy things like ipods, but the journey can be very boring…

Very, very boring.  Hence, why I didn’t play like a nit when I was sick.  In fact, I played like quite the opposite: a Donk.  I don’t know if I was high on the Night Quil or the Excedrin, but at one point I was calling $5 raises with hands like J-4??  Why?  Because they were suited.  Shoot me please.  Suited?  I hate people who play this.  These people are why the economy sucks.  Why UPS never delivers their “s” on time.  Why American cars blow.  I hate these people and when I play like them, I too deserve to be punched in the face.

If only I wasn’t so delicate… like a flower.

Anyways, I played and played like a donk for several hours and was able to make a decent profit.  Then I played like a nit for a few minutes and my Kings got cracked by pockets 8’s.  That’s the problem with playing like a nit.  When you lose, it’s like they took a piece of your soul.

Ho hum.

At least they weren’t suited.

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Hello WordPress!

So I finally found time to write my first entry on worldpress and already I feel a bit overwhelmed.  First, there’s so many button/tabs/functions to choose from and I have no clue what does what.  How do you post a picture??  Second, where’s the “tutorial/help” section?  I definitely need help on how to do things including how to post this post?  I’m such a dummy.

Besides that, there seems to be some things that are pretty cool that I’m already noticing.  First, it saves my post every minute, like right… now… and now… and now.  Second, it gives me an update of how many words I’ve written so far.  Right now I’m at… 107, no 109, no 111…  aghh it’s madness… I can’t keep up.

Alright, alright, enough BS-ing.  So what’s new with me lately??  Well to be honest, not much.  I mean besides the Redskins winning lately, I haven’t done much.  WAIT.  Did I just write…“besides the Redskins winning lately, I haven’t done much“?  I’m a big dummy.  As if I play for the Redskins.  Man, it’s obvious that I haven’t written anything lately.  A little too obvious.  Or maybe, I just suck at writing.  Yeah, that sounds about right.  I’m just a big dummy, who can’t write, with no imagination.  I suck.

Anyways, what I meant to say was there has been no new events in my life to write about… at least I don’t think there has been.  I feel like I just can’t find a topic to blog about.  I mean I guess I could write about winning another poker tournament online, but I donked all that money away as of this morning.  THINGS I NEED TO WORK ON: Bankroll Management.  Besides that I haven’t seen any new movies as of late, but that will change thanks to the new netflix movie I just got.  ANOTHER THING TO WORK ON: Stop holding on to the same Netflix movie for more then 2 Months!! I’m actually looking forward to this movie cause it’s a Korean gangsta or “kkangpae” movie.  Maybe, I’ll write a review…

SWEET…

a potential post.  In fact, I’m starting to see a couple of potential posts.

And here I complain about having nothing to write about.  Silly me.  Maybe, I don’t suck.  Maybe, I’m a genius after all.