Ipso Facto.

Little Person Living Inside My Head: Hi. I thought I’d barge in here, because I’ve got all the passwords and stuff, being the Little Person Living Inside Mademoiselle’s Head and all, and let you know how things have been lately. You need to know. I’ve been relegated to the role of, um, Bookkeeper or Something, and so that makes me the only entity, aside from Mademoiselle herself, able to tell you what has been going on inside her head lately. So bear with me: I make things interesting. First, you need to know I have been fine, thank you. I value your friendship for asking. I always knew you came here for news about me, not Mademoiselle’s constant rambling.

And now, on to the other things. So, you should be warned, this is not a pretty or a funny story, and Mademoiselle has had it rough. She spent more than one evening getting used to being alone, and the evenings where she was not alone, she was wondering how come she wasn’t able to be alone. She would curl up into a little ball and – 

Mademoiselle: Uh - what the hell are you doing?

Little Person Living Inside My Head: Um. Talking about stuff.

Mademoiselle: What stuff? My stuff?

Little Person Living Inside My Head: Yeah.

Mademoiselle: How dare you?

Little Person Living Inside My Head: I’m entitled. I am standing on the inside, here, and I see that all these nice people are waiting to get the real deal. You have to let me do this. I am your best voice. Trust me. Look – I am not wearing a loincloth, today. I am wearing a toga. A soft, silk blend toga.

Mademoiselle: Which makes you completely trustworthy.

Little Person Living Inside My Head: Yes.

Mademoiselle: No.

Little Person Living Inside My Head: I think this argument is pointless, and that now, your Faithful Throng of Readers will think you are crazy. Voilà. 

Mademoiselle: I do not wish to share this part of my life right now, thank you. My readers (all three of them) will understand. You are no marketing major, so buzz off.

Little Person Living Inside My Head: Fine. I will let you do this in your own time.

Mademoiselle: Thank you.