A writer stuck in a crack, mind the pun

Today I decided to throw caution to the wind and throw myself off a cliff with an elastic cable tied around my waist, I think you call it either rock climbing or to fake your own death.

The rock climbing was pretty cool, apart from when I got myself wedged in a small edifice or crack (Yes I'm laughing about the metaphor as well). The whole rock climbing was pretty fun, and it only coast me about $100.

In other news, I have been invited to go canoeing with a girl, who for some reason seems to like me. I had been put off canoeing up until recently because of what happened to that man who they thought was dead, but was really living in Panama.

Must dash, Benita Pussolini is trying to do a belly flop off the kitchen counter. If you think Benita is crazy get this: I have a dog who likes to nibble on your hands, not bite, just have a little nosh.