ourWorld is a terrible, horrible, disease.

If I have to see one more picture of a guy's non existent penis and a girl's non existent "hot arse" on the Boardwalk, I think I might go nuts.

If you can guess it: I am back. Sort of. Being back doesn't really bring a beautiful insight into humanity, and it seems as if every year it keeps on getting worse and worse and worse until one day a miraculous blogger by the name of Michi will save the pixelated island with her Dallas hair and penguin hat.

There are a few things I do not get. Most of it is the vibe. I never really got that anyway. OurWorld is like a horrible, terrible disease. Terrible. Once you log on and start spending time on it for real, even just a little interest, it takes much much boredom to get you out. Trust me, this is hard considering that you are mostly bored on ourWorld already. It is like a game made for addiction for boredom. You log on, nothing happens (normal people on the game don't interact with each other but stare at each other), you try to log off, but you can't. Once you manage to succeed to log off, you log right back on.

Bitch, whoever invented this system needs to fix this shit.

First time you get on, you get that rush, you feel weird. Then you like the rush, after, you feel like wtf just hit you. I am at the wtf just hit me part. Socializing on the Boardwalk makes my brain feels like peanuts.

What's worse is that the conversation never starts. Ever. I think the only time people really even talk on there is when they're fucking each other. We are turning into a capitol of morons. All because of this disease that I will name ourWorld.