La, di, la, di, da.
I'm humming a stupid song.

When I read or see people who exclaim that they have wonderful and fulfilling lives, I want to gag. Sitting around while their cares and concerns are shouldered by other people is a luxury that few can afford. And worse still is when they try to enlighten the rest of the plebeians with their wisdom they have gained by spending through their inherited trust accounts.

Of course, I realize that folks can be happy without money. But they tend to be either delusional or heavily medicated, or both.

And speaking of happiness, I wish [M]ental would not feign to be such with her eerie smile she puts on every day.

La, di, la, di, da.
I'm humming a stupid song.

Much of the animal kingdom sleeps more than half of their lifeline away. Perhaps that is because, when you are knocked unconscious, your body finally gets the peace and quiet you crave.

I have yet to feel the regular jovial beat of my heart beyond a dot of existence in consciousness. Sure it was great to finally see [B]um out of my life but, merely a week after, [M]ental drives back into it.

Other than occasional tweets to say, "I'm not dead yet," she had been vagabonding across the continent in hopes of losing her "chasers" until she had to rewind back into town for a brief stay. First it was going to be a momentary meeting. Then it became, "How about getting together for a lunch?" This then turned into couple hours, then wanting to spend a night, then two, then a week, then months?!

I really should put out the sign that reads, "NO vacancy!"

So far there is no mention from [M]ental what her long-term plan is, although she enjoys planning remodeling ideas of my loft from basement to attic. She has gone far to consider re-painting her room. Yikes.

I am no Grinch to kick her to the curbs. A sad reminder of how my pathetic weakness pokes through every time...

And my gift? A set of headphones to block out the voices in her head.

La, di, la, di, da.
I'm humming a stupid song.