PARADISA

So I guess it's high time I came out of the hole I've been living in for the past month or so. S'up, Para. Bet you thought I wasn't around anymore, huh? Sorry to disappoint. But can we all at least agree one one thing? The month of February is by far the worst month to ever have the audacity to become a month. A shitty month in a shitty castle, I shouldn't actually be surprised. Glad it's fuckin' over, though. As if March is any better, though. As if any month is actually good in this shithole.

Am I bitter? You bet your ass I am.

Anyway, doesn't matter. Bitching ain't gonna change a god damn thing, so why bother? That's probably what this castle wants anyway. Me to bitch about my abysmal existence just to feed it's weird angst fetish. I would probably be better off just going back into my self-made exile just so I wouldn't be playing into the castle's hand.

But I'm not going to. You're stuck with me. And so for any new arrivals that have come since I went AWOL, yo. My name's Dirk motherfuckin' Strider.

[Jane]

So he's gone.
I guess that whole ordeal was pretty fuckin' pointless, wasn't it?
Well I mean sure we solved our petty problems and became better people for it, but for what?
From where I'm standing, it seems like the whole thing was for nothing now that he's not here anymore.
Maybe you should just have first fuckin' dibs on the next Jake that decides to show his ass up.
I mean you already gave me dibs on the last one, and we see how god damn well that went.
Start a pattern up in here.
I get one, you get the next and so forth and so on.
Because obviously this place can't keep a goddamn English for more than a few weeks, if previous experience is anything to go on.