Hello, my name is June Eeeeeks Cleaver, I am Eeeeeks alter ego. *curtseys politely* All that eeeeeks is not, I am. Many of you have seen me in the Dungeon. I toil mercilesly in the Dungeons keeping them clean for the Masters/Mistress's of the room, catching all errant dust bunnies in my dirt devil. My mop and pail is never far from my side. I recieve very little help from others , rather they take great pleasure in making my job harder, by tossing things around or setting the dust bunnies free.
My favorite activities are cooking huge meals for those in the dungeon, or serving as someones footstool. ( although the latter is reserved for those I know well and trust) I am one of the older members in the dungeons, and feel like the mother figure in the room. Cuddling and snuggling the younger ones in the room, giving them the guidance, and direction they need.
I have come under a great deal of critisism for my dealings of Wards death. Yes I offed him for the insurance money, but in my own defence, he was just laying there, tossing the money away in hospital bills. Decisions decisions, so one day I unplugged him, *fingers my pearls* and I put the money to good use. My only regret is, that the bugger won't stay down there. He has made frequent visits to the dungeon, using Lucifer as his host and making my life miserable. Last I heard he was seeing Bette Davis down there and was getting over me. May he rest in peace.
Am I a bit psycotic, yes I think so. You would be also having grown up in the early part of the century, raising two children, named Wally and The Beaver. Our bills alone for Beavers therapist treatments were enough to make sure we never were rich. The Beave is bald now, which does not help the self image
Unfortunately growing up in the 50's did not help my children. Beave is in and out of prision, and Wally, well we have not seen Wally in many years. Eddie ( Wallys friend, and shit disturber )still drops in on a regular basis, when he has a day pass.
I have found joy and peace serving in the Dungeons. I have many friends, who tolerate drop in's by Beave every now and then. My main job, I feel is to keep order in the chaos that Eeeeeks has created. I have to go in and clean up after her, do the dishes and sweep. I love Eeeeeks but she lacks certain attributes. Have you ever seen one of her serves. Honestly I don't know why they tolerate her. Her glasses are always dirty, and if she can't find a dirty one, she makes it dirty. She lacks grace and poise. Broken glass follows her every where she is. Stumbling over the bodies in the room, claiming hair balls as all hers. And takes great pride in doing the worse of serves. I know she tries to be like the girls, but I think something is backwards in her mind. I cringe everytime I see her in there. Eeeeeks calls it her artistic view of things kinda like a picasso serve. That is Eeeeeks. Gotta love her.
*dries my hands on the towel* would you likes some cookies? Or a glass of milk. I thank you for taking the time to talk to me, I have to go for now, as it is time for my meds, and they make me lie down after them for awhile. Please come back and visit after my next session. I am sure I will be feeling much better at that time.