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you know i have not posted or checked lj in so long, that the default website comes up when i type in the url, instead of me being logged in automatically. how sad are these times.

i hate to say nothing is new with me. not much to update. if only i had some boy trouble or drama of the day that i could whinge about. my brother kev is learning to drive though. quite exciting. he went out the other day for the first time in an automatic, just driving around darch suburbia, when the wheel got away from him a little and he drove up the curb, and got bogged in the sand of an empty block. har har. i think he may fall symptom of the 'asian driver' disease. my dad's already filling out insurance forms.

so i took him out the other night for a bit of a spin, cos i figure, it must just be my mother's bad teaching. and i was pleasantly surprised. i promised my mum i'd stick to the streets around my house, but i felt that a main road was calling out to my brother. so i directed him through gnagara, wanneroo, hepburn and alexander. those are the main four in our immediate area. in actual fact, they are famous roads, because they are always mentioned on the radio as either being "back to back", or "bumper to bumper", or for their tendency to have multinovas. he did quite well considering it was only his third time on the roads, and he actually got my mum's astra up to 70km/hr. that's 10km/hr faster than my mum's ever driven that bad boy. well, nevermind.

i feel like most of my days are eventless. is that the correct term? i'm looking for the opposite of eventful. yes, they are shithouse cos of friggin work. i had a lady punter, asian of course, because that is a minimum requirement for entry at the casino, who was an absolute dickhead. she kept on trying to control the game that all the other punters played, and yelled and banged the table for me to 'deal' before anybody else could join in and open another box on blackjack.

when some poor schmo actually did open two boxes, she yelled when the cards where drawn and it appeared that alas, she had no perfect pair, she called him a "fucking greedy bastard" to which i said, "he can play however many boxes he wants, and if i recall correctly, you were playing three, so that's the pot calling the kettle a little black". needless to say, she didn't like my attitude, and called my dealing, shit. so i went and dobbed on her to the pit boss like a whiny little girl that i am, and refused to deal with her on the table. yeah, i showed her. mer. nobody calls my dealing shit. only i can. and i will. pfft.

can somebody else post? preferably somebody who is pregnant. or cc. ha ha.