Dear Diary,
I'm in Vegas and I'm losing! No. Not yay muthaf***a. I'm losing money, not weight. As a matter of fact, I gained weight, but not much. It's almost unrealistic to think I could come out here and lose weight. It's also unrealistic to think I wouldn't lose money. It's a good thing I have more rules than money. My favorite Vegas rule is to never hit the ATM. Saves me every f***in time. Second favorite rule is a new one from my last visit in April. Get the f*** up when a Russian dealer comes in as relief. It saved me some last night while my buddies got burnt. Speaking of burnt, I spent some time in the pool yesterday. It was like a damn club. People holding up the wall and no swimming. F*** that. I put in work. Why are you still cheering? Oh really!?! You're cheering that I lost money. You are a true a**hole. Karmas a bitch. Believe me. I found out yesterday.
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