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Jan. 31st, 2012

Shrooms, Alice

My tweets

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Jan. 27th, 2012

Shrooms, Alice

Мои твиты

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Jan. 22nd, 2012

Shrooms, Alice

Мои твиты

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Jan. 15th, 2012

Shrooms, Alice

Мои твиты

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Dec. 24th, 2011

Shrooms, Alice

Мои твиты

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Dec. 21st, 2011

Shrooms, Alice

I Have Been the Second Person So Often

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Dec. 20th, 2011

nirvana

Are there still people out there??

I've found myself missing blogging and such suchery. I don't want to start a new one and got to thinking about my LJ days. Is anyone still on here?

Mar. 23rd, 2010

Shrooms, Alice

WTF?!

Since when did LJ start allowing annnoying pop-ups? I'm now highly annoyed...even more than usual.

Mar. 21st, 2010

Shrooms, Alice

The Vagina Monologues

Elllos,

I've been hard at work on, and also have a bit part in, MCC-Penn Valley's production of The Vagina Monologues (there is also an art show attached for those of you who would like a new peice of art). I'm trying to sell tickets, vagina lollipops, and t-shirts if anyone is interested. The play is Tuesday, March 30 at 7:00 p.m. in the Science Technology Building RM 101 (the litttle theater). All proceeds go to Hope House which a local shelter for abused women and V-Day (which is a global organization to prevent violence against women).

Tickets are $7 with any type of student ID and $10 for the community. Lollipops are $1 for the regular sized ones and $2 for the huge ones. T-shirts just arrived so there are no prices but they are by far the coolest shirts that have been associated with the campus. Message me if you are interested anything listed above.

P.S. Or, I suppose you can call the Campus Life Office at 816.604.4255 to purcahse and/or donate.

Laters,

Sharai
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Mar. 21st, 2009

Shrooms, Alice

An Empty Apartment

The emptiness of the room was the first thing that hit her. She stood there clutching her eight dollar merlot in one hand, and limply holding the keys in the other. She knew he’d be gone by now, but the scarcely filled apartment brought it home. All of a sudden her reasoning for pushing him away seemed half-baked and all of her personal issues seemed like small things that could be worked on. As she looked around the bare apartment loneliness began to set in.

She knew she had to let him go. She was a cancer on the souls of all who loved her and it would’ve only been a matter of time before she completely ruined his life. His life was just beginning really. He’d get to finally make something of himself and get out of that town and far away from his unstable family, and her, and her issues. She refused to stand in his way, or allow him to let her emotional baggage weigh him down. She kept reminding herself that someone had to do what was best for him.

She uncorked her bottle and sat despairingly on the hardwood floor. A few weeks ago they would’ve split the eight dollar merlot and had the kind of conversations that only they could have. They would’ve stayed up until the wee hours of the morning speaking weird, random, and magnificent nonsense that would seem pointless and crazy to outsiders, but was their very own never-ending conversation. They’d been friends for eight years, and had only begun to screw it up in the last two years by dating, but all of that was over now. It would just be her and her half empty bottle of merlot tonight, and possibly every night for a long time.

She took another sip from the bottle and stopped the tear that almost escaped. She wouldn’t allow herself to cry. This is simply what had to be, she thought. He had to go, she had to let go, and she hoped all would be fine soon enough. She couldn’t help but wonder if they’d go from being the best of friends to acquaintances that would send the occasional birthday card and forget about each other. She hated the thought of not speaking everyday and not being able to have him to rely on anymore. She couldn’t imagine a life without them being the way they had been for the last eight years. Her phone began to vibrate in her jacket pocket. She used one hand to fish it out, while the other brought the cheap merlot to her lips again.

She saw his name clearly on her caller ID and almost answered for a split second out of shear habit. She had never had to ignore her best friend before, but knew she would have to for awhile. If she answered any of his calls in the near future they would get back together and he would rot away with her in their inescapable small town. She knew that was to be her fate, but wanted to give him a shot at something better. She was determined to give him a fighting chance even if that meant she had to lose her best friend. She felt selfish for feeling miserable about his good fortune. She knew wanting him to stay was purely self-centered on her part and that is why she couldn’t ask him to. She took a fuller sip of the dwindling wine and slumped against the wall as her sobbing shook her entire body. She knew she was feeling sorry for herself, but really just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. Back to when they were friends.

She turned her phone off and dried her eyes. She finished the bottle and sat it to the side before standing up and making her way to the bedroom and the empty bed. She remembered better times when she would have been accompanied by him to the bedroom. Giggling and tasting the wine on each other’s lips as they made their way to their room and their bed. She couldn’t help but feel sad that those days were no more. She would undress herself quietly and then go right to sleep from here on out. And whenever she woke up in the middle of the night there would no longer be someone there to talk to until she could go back to sleep, or remind her that her bad dreams were just nightmares while making her feel safe. That was all over now she thought as she fought off the next wave of tears. She climbed into bed knowing that even on a good night sleep was an elusive thing that gave chase whenever she tried to grasp it. She laid there all night feeling helpless and hopeless. She wondered what would happen to him, and to her. She wondered if she’d made the right choice, and she wondered if she would ever see her best friend again. She also wondered if maybe she needed another bottle of off brand merlot to help her make it through the first night.

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