Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Text Message
Received: March 2, 2009 at 10:28 pm
“Is the cranberries song linger about a lingering fart?”

Facebook Message
Date: November 28, 2008 at 12:58 pm
Subject: (No Subject)

“So my phone died which means two things:

1. I need to find another alarm clock for tomorrow

2. I don’t have your number to lull you to sleep before I go to bed.

So in lieu of a conversation (unless you can message me back your cell phone number) I’m going to write you a story.

Centuries ago, when this land was still young and unscarred by modernity, there lay a village of indians by the bank of the misty ocean. In this villiage, it was customary for every boy to take a great journey, as a rite of passage into adulthood.

It just so happened that on the eve of a certain boy’s journey, he fell deeply in love with one of the girls from the village, so much so that it broke his heart to leave her for a moment.

The night before he was to leave he appoached her and said, “I am going now on my journey. I will be gone for many moons. It will be a long time before I am to return. But I love you. Please wait for me until i am to return.”

She looked up into his eyes and nodded silently as he took her into his arms and kissed her before he set out on his journey across the misty ocean.

He sailed for many months across the ocean and arrived one day at a foreign tribe. Weary from his travels, he tried to tell them of his journey, but it was no use…they understood nothing that came from his mouth. But they saw his haggard condition and took him in, lest the poor boy die from his journey.

He becan to live life as they did. He ate their food and worked like they did every day. At first it was difficult because he knew none of their customs and they spoke to him in a foreign tounge. But as time passed, be began to learn their language and he learned their customs. One day, after many months had passed, he told the people of his new villiage of is old life and his desire to be back with the woman he loved. They understood and the next day they helped him to construct a great canoe so he could travel back to them. He bid them farewell and set off to his home once the canoe was competed.

He arrived home to see his villiage in shock, for they thought he was lost to the great, misty ocean. He told them of the people he met and of the things he had learned, but was distracted when he saw the girl he loved.

He came to her as she said, “I waited many nights for you. I am glad you are back.”

They lived happily ever after.

Love you motek :-)”

Text Message
Received: September 26, 2009 at 8:18 pm
“Hey is everything okay? You seemed a little upset when you left.”

Text Message
Received: June 26, 2009 at 2:10 am
“Sis, you know your drunk when you come home and you only worry about giving treats to the cat.”

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