'Coz I'm No Super(wo)man

Whenever things turn nasty at work or anywhere else, I always turn to music , books or shows I love- to bail me out. So here's the theme track from Scrubs (which I absolutely adore), for ya to enjoy.. and me to bounce around to.

Cry of the afflicted

It's not like I lead an eventful life. Atleast it's not the slightest eventful in the way I would want it to be. The things that do actually happen in my life, I would rather gladly stow away under the rug. Or a huge carpet. Because currently, these things are making a mammoth pile. One, that a simple lil' rug couldn't possibly even adorn as a head-piece, let alone cover up. One, that even the wall-to-wall carpet in my big dining wouldn't be able to conceal. 

So, what does this girl do? Cry hoarse, for one. And amply drown any thoughts of everything away, with a large pizza, topped with extra cheese and doused with enough mayonnaise to slur my brain adequately. Because seriously, I don't want to think about it. It doesn't help. Never has. I know, it's easy to go "hey.. face it, dude..". No,I won't. And no it isn't easy. Or fair. Not in my favour, atleast.

It is extremely painful to look at certain things and then keep wondering why you were the chosen one for all that happened. Wondering ain't the bad part. Not getting the answers is. And I've done enough of it. Wondering, I mean. So, no thank you, this gal would rather settle down with her extra-large-cappuccino for now and readily savour frivolous chic-reads, rather than expend the mindforce on the unnecessary and extremely uncomfortable ravaging of the shreds of sanity she holds onto dearly.