Chasin' Illusions

So many do it. They fight and endeavour to catch a ghost. It's the worst in people's youth, though some never outgrow it. Television is the absolute worst thing to feed this trend. Even the mullethead wishes 'it' had never seen a TV. 'It' got more than a little messed up from it.

I personally don't watch it. I have no use for it. It's a complete waste of time. It's not like I need to go out of my way to be entertained. I have lots of more productive things to do.

Unfortunately, today; one of them is cleanin' the house. Then again, it's a tad easier this week; bein' we were gone for half of it. A simple wipedown of the bathrooms, as opposed to heavier scrubbin' did the job. Same for the kitchen, and the floor was easier to clean. I don't use the mop. I get down on my hands and knees, OK? Does a better job, and I get all the nooks and crannys.

I'm a nit-picky bitch, remember?

Today, all I'd leave was the vacuumin' and the beddin' to wash. Then off to town right away.

Such a paradox. Comparatively, I loved it here, but I also loved the service at the hotel. For bein' in this realm, anyway. Ahhhhhh. Only 20 days left. Real time is October 27, 2011. Tomorrow the Mayan calendar runs out. I expect nothin', except for maybe people hittin' critical mass in knowin' the way the world is not workin', and perhaps startin' do do somethin' about it. It's already started with the Occupy movements, so hey. Tomorrow might be the day when the powers that think they are, see the light. The peasants are takin' their lives back. A lot of 'em are bein' killed, but that's war, huh? Hopefully the FINAL war, but who knows?

We will find out. Things are a'changin'. Glad I'm in the eye o' the storm, and will be gone before anythin' hits here. I do prefer a calm existence, OK? And in reality, this is not my war. This isn't even my home. Just a place to stay for a little over 13 months.

Now on another tangent. . .it's amazin' how much in time and resources people spend on presentin' an image o' themselves to the world that ain't real. Somethin' the mullethead stopped doin' completely in 'its' early 30s, not that 'it' was ever much into that anyway. Self-modification was not its thing, as far as cosmetics, de-furrin', and stuff like that went. Well, it does have a couple o' tattoos, and it did dye its hair black for a while, but it got over the hair colour soon enough. It was a Goth thang. No, it didn't have any piercin's. Just the tats, and one was for me; though we wouldn't actually meet until a few decades later.