It's strange to think of these journals as a log. I don't really see them as more than a amusement from time to time, a place to rest my head and vent. I crawled in here today to consider the benefits of whispering out of my exasperation. I could yell scream, and even kick up a cloud of dust, but a whisper will suffice. Perhaps I'm only here today because I'm sick, and cannot seem to get much sleep, coughing up evidence of my immune systems attempt to defeat their enemies on their way to the halls of Valhalla. Perhaps I've come here today to express my disdain for gamblers. Not recreational gamblers, no, the sort of gambler i refer to is a casino lifer, they come and whine, complain, act a fool. I myself act as their babysitter during their stay at my table. Easy money. Really I've no real right to complain, except I do. Those of us with regular normal jobs, we go work our hours, if we work in a customer based environment doing our job quickly, and accurately is considered a good thing. The boss ignores us, the customer thanks us. As a dealer, doing your job quickly, accurately means the customer is going to tell you how every bad thing that has happened to them, is your fault.... It bothers me.... but does it really? My concern is I'm actually amused by it, Sure it annoys me in the moment, but then the moment is passed, they are gone [Mortgage overdue] I laugh. But really, maybe I'm really here today to offer a different choice, a new vision. Something all of us furries can get behind, an anthem to rock us from our sleep. I offer myself up for President of the Vulpine World Domination Corporation. We had a clever acronym, but then someone got it sticky. Vote for me, and get *free casino comps!


So yeah, that's muh rant for the month... VOTE FOR ME!

*All Casino Comps requires spending at least twice the purchase price at the casino