24 February 2004, Tuesday
With just an hour to kill between lunch and going to the airport, where do you think we might have ended up? The casino of course. I am so sick of the place. So sick that i refuse money from my parents to play on some of those kiddie machines while they hit the big time tables. But hey, i can't complain when Dad shoves 100 bukeroos to me and said 'it's yours'. Awesome. I got better plans for it then down the slots. That's 2 weeks' rent, petrol for a month, 1/2 my car service bill, 6 weeks gym membership or money to help clear my credit card debt ... so many endless possiblities. Or i could just use it and buy myself 125 Kinder Surprises for Easter. YUM.
