Ok I have a confession. I love casinos. I love playing the slots. I have a problem but really I can control it. Really. I can stop anytime I want.
Last night my friend and I stayed up at the local casino. We both got UNLIMITED free rooms for the month of january (yeah, says a lot about my issue right there) and decided to have a girls night. I stayed up til 3am playing the nickle slots. I haven't figured out my obsession but as we were talking last night through the thick smoke air sipping on malibu's and pineapple juice our conclusion was "at least weren't not addicted to crack" - as I fed another twenty in the machine feeling smug.
I think that is the last visit for awhile. Mainly because did I mention we are going to Vegas in April? Oh I didn't well........at least I'm not addicted to crack.....because that's whacked.
Ok you are right. I need a new hobby or pretty soon I see me standing on street corner in tattered clothes talking to myself and yelling at personality 4 and 5.
BTW can I borrow a few quarters?
I would love to lend you a couple of quarters....BUT the problem is that I'll be next to you playing those slots soon!
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