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Huhhh, I have to throw something here. Not for me, no... it's for the readers. This is all I come on Gaia for anyway. After all, it's hard to talk to friends when they're never on. I'm sure you understand. There is probably some shallow excuse I could come up with to get on every other day or so. You know and I know it. I think of Gaia now as some place where I can shead a little light on some useless issues in my day and maybe it'll hit home with you somehow, if not then you have read this and are now none the wiser nor are you relatively entertained, like some realist trying to ruin a magician's act.

I've seen the sorts, those folks coming into a packed theater just to boor and yawn at every illusion. All the while never really distracting the performer but instead the company they bring along. Sort of like the crowd that go into cinemas just to talk to the screen loudly and take incoming calls. All the while you're sitting there right next to them, Sod's law, listening to their run-of-the mill schedule. Back of your mind itching in thought, "No really, you had a bad day too? Why did you come to the movies? While I'm on the subject... why did you pay to sit in this room and ignore the film?"

If I had a bad day I'd want to go home and sulk, personally. I don't find my fellow man to be a huge boost... they're usually why I'm in such a sullen mood. I'm not saying it's your fault, unless it is and neither one of us has realized it... I don't know you and I'm pretty damn sure you don't know me. Once again unless you do. Then you know how much of a blithering tool I can be and the fact that I don't like 85% of society. In a roundabout way... I feel like I know all of you. I don't, but I feel like I do.

What was I getting at? Oh right, how these entries are more for you than I. I guess I feel like this is a way to talk to the... 5 people who browse this drivel, all at once. I don't know the five of you, much like a T.V. anchor does not personally know his audience. I sit here rambling and apparently I attract a slim group of listeners sometimes. Other days are better than some, admittedly. Okay... I've just typed an extended definition of a blog. This is sad.

Well, this has been informative and, er... droll. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I-

Never mind, this is all wank anyhow. The above two line are as top-shelf as the term "awesome". Most things are not awe striking nor are they amazing... A lot of it is simply neat, at best!

There shall be no blue section this evening. I've come to realize she, the afformentioned "Lady Jane" is all it seems to be about. I wish her the best.

Well, I'm going to go. Maybe I'll read some other journals. They are the most redeeming quality of this entire site. Not the events, nor the forums, or even the games. It's here. In the quiet, desolate journal entries lies the very use of my time and my understanding of my fellow Gaians. Take it with my blessings for it is all I have to give.