Fun & Games & Bankruptcy

I am sort of like a walking rolling contradiction. For someone who’s so fricken’ picky, I am not a difficult person to amuse, and nine times out of ten, I can find amusement in pretty much anything.

I’m amused by cleaning, organizing, and nit-picking the objects taking shelter on my tables.

I’m amused by the multi-colored shampoo bottles scattered around the edges of my bathtub, and I’m pretty sure I have more bottles than Shoppers Drugmart and Rexall Pharmacy combined.

I’m amused by chopping up onions and winging a fantastic meal with the random ingredients residing in the fridge, right after someone pissed me off.

I’m amused by the simplistic thoughts of my mind and the memories of a Bulgarian spy that vanished off the face of the earth.

I’m amused by silly conversations despite my undying need for mental stimulation, and sometimes I am keen on the idea of opening a chocolate factory.

On occasion, I find my amusement in playing the same song on repeat for about six hours and forty-three minutes.

Mostly, I’m amused by the reflection in the mirror when I sit in my bad-ass wheelchair, and the way my seating system makes my back look kind of straight, even though it’s in a weird-ass S-shaped curve.

In case you should wonder, I’m amused by actual amusement too, but my actual amusement comes from the indulgent weekends of fun, and games, and bankruptcy.