Holy hell, even though the "Internet Gossip" site is long dead and gone, it seems that the crowd from there has found somwhere else to hang out. They flock to over here, being as immature and droll as usual. It was so long ago when that site was open, years ago, you would that though that they would have grown up by now. Some of them still have half a brain, whereas others have stayed the same, and perhaps some have even become worse. I found the above link in my site tracker, so I decided to check it out since it was from a site that I hadn't heard of before.

I would have thought that they would have grown up, changed from their clique by now, but it seems that isn't the case. I can't believe that all of those people are still hanging out together. I didn't want to comment over on that post, since I really don't want to get into that shit again, as it is rather pointless. But good luck to them, I wish them the best. It's all good as long as they are still having fun. They'll eventually learn, I'm sure of it. I found it interesting though, and figured that some of you might remember that site, and those people. It's an interesting site, if you like that type of humor, and John Ale has always been a cool guy (he's the one with the brains). Check it out, if you feel inclined to do so.

Other than that, I wasted my day off, pretty much. I played some pool with Kevin, and then started talking to a couple of cute guys up there that we played pool with. I'm supposed to talk to one of them on Wednesday, after I get my tattoo finished, so we'll see how it goes. I haven't got laid for a little while, but I just don't feel too terribly compelled to do so. I think that I am really growing out of that phase, and have been for a while now. I still kinda feel that I want to go out and get some, but it just seems like a boring waste of time. The guys never know what they're doing, and I am so over the whole "numbers" game.

Time goes way too fast when things are boring. The same routine over and over, time passes by way too fast that way. It seems that the weeks blend together, then months pass without you even knowing it. It seems like time is passing before I am able to make the things that I do matter. I guess the whole "Not really living, just existing" thing comes into play here.