Ahh….a re-run of the “why do I do things that make me feel bad about myself?” topic.

I’m still on that stupid Internet dating site. I have no idea why. The only person I ever met from there turned out to be chock full o’ issues (of course, I’ve met many girls through other means who are chock full …

So I was supposed to meet this girl for dinner tonight.

I’m not sure if it was a “date” or not. It had that feel.

She never showed up.

Shows you how reliable people from the Internet are.

It’s okay though. Now I can go to my friend’s techno party tonight. I was talking to M earlier tonight…she said …