I find your lack faith disturbing...

Get sliced up bitches!

Kevin bought this Luke Skywalker Episode IV lightsaber replica the other day. It's pretty badass. Unlike those cheap plastic toys, this is actually made out of metal(or some kind of...super plastic, I forgot) and has a neon light tube in it. Pretty fuckin cool. I want the Darth Vader one though.

Last weekend, Kevin went to Vegas right? According to him, Vegas is full of hot women. Lots of them. Everywhere. In the casino, on the street, at the restaurant, in the desert...Apparently they must be cloning those bitches underneath the Vellagio. So he goes to this strip club and sees some girl who, according to him, is "The Hottest Woman In the World".

But...it's a strip cub...they're supposed to be that way. I guess he was surprised by the fact that the women who were going to get naked for him were actually attractive, I dunno.

However, I warned him that this shit whould just build crazy meter...which it did. This all of course leads us into talking about our problems with Da Ladies. Kevin wants to get in on some action, but he's looking for a quality girlfriend...nothing wrong with that, good for him.

But I think he's going into it all bright eyed and bushy tailed...way too fucking optimistic.

That or I'm just bitter and jaded. After my last two relationships, I've kinda given up on the whole thing. The shit never works out for me in one way or the other, so I'm just going with the -I don't give a shit/man whore- approach. Not that it's really working out for me or anything, but I'm tired of the other bullshit.

Whatever...It doesn't matter really, I've got too much other shit to worry about anyway.