Maybe it's just me and the people I know, but it certainly seems quieter on the net with the WFC kicking off. It's a sign that I got to get me some new people, obviously. I got to get out of this scene. Find swimming models. Beaches. Some shit like that. I mean, I dreamed I owned a cat last night. This shit just isn't right. The cat was a stray that latched onto me, and that, there, might just be the story of my life.