I Live in Silent Darkness

I sit at home much of my days. This really isn't a problem since I don't mind sitting or being at home. However recently my roommate, for the sake of the story we'll call her Becki, decided to abandon the clan of girls that is our apartment and marry, a boy nonetheless. It was a lovely affair of white dresses (well dress), flowers, food, and dancing--minus the dancing. While this is all well and good, it has come to my knowledge of how much stuff Becki has accumulated in our apartment these last few months.

It's like the expression of ripping a bandaid off--the faster you do it the better. Well just imagine the largest bandaid in the world and times it by like a million. This is the size of our imaginative bandaid of pain. Every few days Becki comes to take some of her stuff to her new apartment, with her new husband. That too, seems normal enough that a person would inquire of their belongings. However, I have decided enough is enough!

Among the things I have lost in the past couple weeks: our TV, lamp, Buddha, silverware, dishes, stimulating company, framed random couples, wall hangings, the foot blanket, DVD player, official mail checker, shower curtain, my shermal friend, some of the better movies of my life, the other Buddha, plus many more things I'm just so sad about I can't rightly remember.

So now we live in a dark room void of all entertainment features. We have been stripped of our Buddhist religion, while eating out of dirty spoons, and crying into the lack of blankets.

Well Becki, know this: You make take our lamp, you may take our very television, but you will never take our CHRISTMAS TREE! (that currently acts as a night light)

PS. This post is in no regards committed to making Becki feel guilty. It is simply to make people aware of the struggling situation that is really going on behind the door of apartment #9.