Sometimes my lack of discernable talent in the visual field somehow manages to produce something that isn't 58 shades of shit, and I'm constantly looking foward to the next time it happens. I feel bad about it only in the sense that I really don't post enough crap, because I think I only have about 2000 page views whilst my mate Madbird-Vailant has about 17,000, so clearly I'm doing something wrong....

Yeah, I think most people are attracted to bright colours and large shapes. This relates to my firmly-held belief that 70% of the people on deviantart are illiterate. Which isn't great for me, because what little skills I do have amount to making dodgy jokes, writing dodgy jokes and singing/playing bass in a band that - oh wait, disregard that, I got backstabbed.

I just want to be hit by the writing bug more often. Or at all. And I want people to see what I do because I'm a co-dependent needy arsehole that requires the validation of what I do by people I've never met before on the internet. And that isn't happening.

All 0 people who read this will probably be asking me at this point "can I go now?" No, you can't. And you're supposed to say "What the fuck is the point of this journal. Nobody cares about your life, and the only ones that do feel obligated to pretend to are the ones you are in contact with in real life."

Shut up, that's why. Also, I noticed that about 90% of my journals are just self-mastabatory (read: wankerish) surveys that have at best one reply, usually from the people who I discussed above, and I didn't really like that, so I thought I'd write a self-pitying pile of shite to take up some screen space on my never-visited page. Yay.