I am going to vegas today for my birthday with three of the most insane people I know. Robbie, Ted, and Ari. I hope I live to the end. I give 4 to 1 that I come back eloped.

The kich will be there in my heart and in my head.

I am so bad at updating my blog. It's unbelievable. The only thing I'm worse at is falling and staying asleep.

In any event, earlier today I tried to make a reservation at a Japanese/ Chinese fusion restaurant in the Venetian hotel. Maybe they were really busy and could not accommodate a party of 5, but that was not the case.

The biotch of a hostess asked if it was guys or girls, and she then said she would need us to bring 5 women to make the reservation. This is an example of why I dislike clubbing and going out, and all other crap like that.

It also provides me justification as to why I should pull a tail end 36 hour session in the Bellagio's poker room.

Goodnight sweet prince

For the first time since the winter, insomnia has returned to my life. Because of this event, I now turn to you blog.

Today I went skydiving. It was the sickest feeling I've ever felt in my life and now causes me to wonder if it's worth doing anything that's un-extreme. The only thing I want to do now is skydive, base jump, drive really fast, ski, play ps2, or do insanely hard drugs like crystal meth. Unfortunately in the society we live in today, like the mohawk wearer, the extreme athlete is shunned. Having had a mohawk, and also being an extreme athlete, I understand how difficult this all is, and have to take comfort in the fact that I cannot live a life filled only with jumping out of airplanes.


News of the day part two is that I now have a group on the facebook.com dedicated to me. Somehow in less than a day it has twenty six members and has over seventy five groupies. Wa Wa Wee Wa.