WTF?

I hate the poison bitch that is variance.

After running well for awhile, I think the dark lord that purchased my soul kept the reciept on my luck, went to the Service Counter, and exchanged me for junk kicking fun. The demon's name be Hasslehoff.

Today? Five SnGs, one MTT and ZERO cashes. ZERO. Zip. Nada.

I hate that. My confidence goes in the toilet (as does my bankroll).

I'm just glad I wasn't at the Playboy Mansion last night. The rejection from all of those Barbie Dolls would have put me on 'undersized junk tilt' and I don't know if I ever would have recovered.

Gotta go, another SnG is starting.

Variance, I shall conquer thee (fucking bitch)!