Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Text Message
Received: July 13, ???
at 2:02 am
“Your kisses. Ahhh!”

Facebook Chat
Date: July 12, ??? at 6:00 pm
Sender 1:
… Just have to say hi. (:
Sender 2:
thank god one of us did
i was dying over here
Sender 1:
um same here! i kept refreshing my page to make sure the green dot was over there by your name.

Text Message
Received: September 23, 2008 at 11:29 pm

“Thank u 4 bein a friend. travelled down the road & back again. ur heart is true. ur a pal & a confidant. name that tune baby! night. love u.”

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Saturday, July 10, 2010

Text Message
Received: ???
Sender 1: “Does the LeBron James thing involve the “Sorting Hat” or is my sugar getting low again?”
Sender 2: “I’ll get the insulin”

Text Message
Received: September 27, 2009 at 10:48 pm
“Hahaha i hate her and yes we won :) you are one of my best friends in life you know that right?”

Email
Date: Tuesday, August 25, 2009 at 12:17 pm
Subject: Hi!

I’m just sending a little “Hi” message to let you know that I am
thinking about you and giving you “virtual” hugs!!!  You make me so proud
that you are going after a good education and seeking out new and
interesting activities in your life.  You have everything in the world to
be happy about, so let the happiness in!!  I could be writning “I love you”
all over your Facebook wall (Ha! Ha!!), but no fear of that since I’m so
technologically challenged!!  Hope you have a good day and that you like
your classes.  Keep busy!  I have some coupons that I’ll be sending soon
and don’t forget to look out for your phone in the mail!  I love you
bunches and bunches!
Mom

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Friday, July 9, 2010

Text Message
Received: November 6, 2008 at 2:07 am
“Sis this is a legit message. I just got home from drinking all night. I pulled into the garage and got pissed at my self. I realized that im a bum and im throwing my life down the drain. Im about to make some changes for the better. Im sorry to drop this on u but i figured i can tell my sis anything.”

Facebook Message
Date: August 14, 2007 at 6:35 pm
Subject: Here we go

good for you, what are you studying now?

no, i got what you ment. i am just saying that even an athiest can see the benifit of religion.

Wait are we both dating someone at the same time? awsome.

Text Message
Received: July 6, 2010 at 12:38 am
“I’m feeling very warm feelings of affection for you and I just squeezed my pillow involuntarily and thought it was you and your belly. I hope that’s not inappropriate.”

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Thursday, July 8, 2010

Text Message
Received: July 27, 2009 at 10:37 am
“Its funny cause every time I dream I take him back I hate it and am miserable. He would have killed me with his negativity and shittiness. Thanks for bein a hoe”

Facebook Message
Date: August 3, 2009 at 8:44 am
Subject: Dear _____

“our phones hate each other. that is dumb. they need to start getting along because you’re too far away. i’ll have a talk with mine if you have a talk with yours.

as for your ACTUAL problems, you’re going to be fine. and i know that you know that. and i know it’s a really crap situation and i know that you just want to figure it all out right now so you can move in some kind of direction without feeling weighed down. and if you can find a way to do, i think you totally should.

but honestly (and i know this is going to sound impossible to do), i think you should push both of them as far out of your head as possible, just for a little while, and focus on YOU. (you without them, to be specific.)

you just entered into this brand spankin’ new phase of your life so immerse yourself completely in it! you’ve got a whole library to look through, and a bunch of friends to make, and a new apartment to beautify, and The Time Traveler’s Wife to start, and orientation to go through, and classes to focus on. don’t miss out on it, okay?

speaking from experience as someone who has focused too much on boys to really appreciated where she is… it’s dumb and it sucks when you look back on it and realize you were “that girl.”

anyway, I LOVE YOU. have fun at orientation and make tons of new friends that aren’t quite as good as me. :)”

Text Message
Received: November 10, 2009 at 5:32 pm
“My parents gave me fifty bucks for my bday. I’ll save it if u want to go to the casino again. The plan is i turn it into a hundred and take u to olive garden :-)”

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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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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Email
Date: Thursday, January 20, 2005 at 10:58 pm
Subject: RE: Happy New Year

“Bro,
Well, if I recall correctly, that gardening table incident was quickly snuffed out by dad, as I pretended to act like I didn’t know how it all erupted in flame (I’m cracking up as I write this….), but I do remember claiming that I was “just in the garage looking at the shelves when I noticed the flames coming from the basement”. I must have been about 8 or 9.

It was a long night that night as dad grilled me severely and loudly, surely the whole house could hear. About 1/2 hour later, as I finally made it upstairs (time could be radically skewed here as I was so young – probablycmore like 2 1/2 hours), I distinctly remember you meeting me in the kitchen, apologizing for “if I was mean to you or anything”. You were just so apathetic and feeling sorry for the torment I had just gone through, and for what? Just because I wanted to ignite a stupid bag of seeds (laughing histerically now)….So the moral of the story is that you should never play with matches near the gardening table, especially if it’s in the basement of the primary residence….

Now, I’m leaving out the antique dresser that was stored in the garage (I truely believe I was the ONLY one in on this one) and the torching of multiple road signs with flammable spray cans (the enging starting fluid was the best ’cause the flames would throw like 6 feet). I’ll leave you to fill in the blanks.

Note:
Mom, seriously, we’re all good kids. Take all of this with a grain of salt. We were just kids looking to have a good time. If it weren’t for Matt F___ I never would have known how to make bombs…….And I was the “bad influence” :-|

Love you all!
marc”

Text Message
Received: ???
“I love you. And think you’re sexy. And want to do you. Twice.”

Text Message
Received: May 29, 2009, 5:40 pm

“I dropped a bottlecap in my drink and drank it anyway. youd be so proud -mom”

Text Message
Received: September 22, 2009 at 2:41 am
“I got your email. I’m having trouble responding. In any case thank you for the words. What is your address?”

Instant Message
Date: February 16, 2010

Sender 2: but i think if you decide to leave
Sender 2: it will be one of the hardest things you ever do in your whole life.
Sender 1: i think that too
Sender 2: i don’t know. there are things i want to say to you because when we talk about these issues, i feel like you’re being really honest with me.
Sender 2: and what it sounds like you’re saying is ‘i think i want to leave but i dunno if i can’
Sender 2: and i really don’t want you to think that i have something against him
Sender 2: or getting married
Sender 2: because it’s not those things.
Sender 2: it’s that you sound like you know what you want, but you’re terrified of what you want
Sender 2: which is completely understandable because sometimes the things we want require us to do things first that are really really scary
Sender 1: i agree
Sender 1: with all of that
Sender 1: and i do want to leave
Sender 1: BUT
Sender 1: if i leave, i want it to be for the right reasons

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Monday, July 5, 2010

Text Message
Received: ???
Sender 1: “I’m running late, I’ll meet you at the corner in China Town in 7 minutes”
Sender 2: “OK, but I might not be here. You see I’m wearing a skirt and some guy just offered me 60 dollars to go home with him”
Sender 1: “Do it”

Facebook Message
Date: December 23, 2007 at 4:47 pm
Subject: Rage sprinkles

“ha ha ha, i love how irrationally angry you get about things!! except, i would be rather peeved about the whole sheets thing. do i even want to know how she ruined them? (eek!) i am, however, glad to see that you are starting to feel like your normal self. as for me, je suis en forme et je no viens pas de Londres… (i am doing well and i am not from London). Thank you, coffee break french with mark and anna!! –w”

Email
Date: Monday, August 18, 2008 at 10:15 pm
Subject: I love you

“It’s still nice to have physical evidence…even if it’s just online.

I cant rub your back and type at the same time.  But physical evidence?  Do you think that I don’t love you?  Cause I do.  Here’s how it goes… I love you.  like…that’s it.  Other girls are less everything in my eyes.  They aren’t as pretty as you are and they certainly arent as interesting, funny, entertaining, sweet, or nearly as big of a pain in the ass (and they certainly don’t try to read over my shoulder like you do :p)

So don’t tell me that I don’t physically love you because the love that I have for you literally fills up every part of my being (don’t think that’s creepy pooky).  Oh and the reason that I got on gmail is so that I could change my password so you can’t check to see what I bought you from ebay….   :-)

Love you darling.”

Text Message
Received: June 25, 2010 at 9:57 pm
“Oh definitely. Making out with friends of hopeful hook ups is how I meet people. It’s really just networking.”

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Sunday, July 4, 2010

Email
Date: February 2, 2010 at 10:19 am
Subject: hi

honestly, i’m so drained right now that i don’t think i could type out the note to you. summary: i basically said “i don’t love you. i just love that you love me.” and “i used to love you but don’t think i do anymore and don’t know why.” and “i sometimes feel trapped by being in a relationship but am afraid to be single.” and “we got together too soon after our last relationships.” and “i WANT to love you and i enjoy being with you but don’t know what brought on this lack of love.”

things like that. she read it and cried of course…but she understood and thought that it was a good and honest note. we talked a lot after that and were just very honest about how we felt. she is so in love with me and i told her i’m not in love with her like that right now. she wants me to try to find that love for her again…and i want to try to find that love too. i do enjoy being with her, i do.

something that i have gone through in the past 3 months (which is about the amount of time i have felt a lack of love) is that i have basically gone from christian to agnostic. i mean…not FULLY…but that’s basically what i have felt like concerning religion. and something that i loved about ___ when we first got together was that she was serious and real about god. she was not a conservative christian, she was real about it. and i really loved that about her. but now that we both don’t feel like that anymore, i think that took away 1/3 of why i wanted to get with her in the first place. ya know? but it’s not like i WANT her to be super extra christian again…it’s just that that part is gone now and probably won’t return. so i need to find other things i love about her to fill that void.

it’s hard for me to think of why i stopped loving her suddenly, and the religion thing is the only thing i can pinpoint. i also told her about how it was easy to love you and that i haven’t faced this issue with anyone else in my life. she said “that is a hard act to follow because she’s pretty, and smart, and talented, and has a bachelor’s degree.” so at least you know she thinks highly of you. and she’s right, you are a hard act to follow…..especially given our unique understanding of one another. but i can’t compare the two relationships too much because i will dig myself into a hole.

anyway……give me any feedback you can/want. talk to you soon.

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Saturday, July 3, 2010

Text Message
Received: September 15, 2009 at 23:09:35

“Im leaving on an airplane…;)”

Text Message
Received: May 1, 2010 at 5:15 am

“If it makes you feel better: I don’t think anyone else is remotely interesting. I also just saw a couple dry-humping on their lawn.”

Text Message
Received: February 19, 2010 at 8:12:30 pm

“Message received and read. I will respond soon–when I have time to write a thorough and sincere email. Thank you for taking the time to do so for me.”

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Friday, July 2, 2010

Email
Date: Sat, Jul 26, 2008 at 3:17 AM
Subject: MEXICAN GHOST

HI THERE! Just for the record, I remember you nicely. Recently I knew about your choice of life (my life is built upon the words, so I don’t fear them: you being gay) and because of this I thought long and hard about you and the time we spent together.
When Manuel finally got to tell me about you openning to him I had the weird feeling that exists in the border of understanding and hesitation. Sadly, my latin-macho-man took a low blow, thinking of me of one of the last male having the pleasure of your lips (perhaps) but after that I have to confess that some part of me felt happy for you since you realized that making that choice may get you to happiness.
I hope you remember how I always have been a being divided, and in this case it was no exception. I felt divided between the time we spent together and the choice you have maid. Luckly, the best side of me won this inner battle and now I can say that I think this new spin of your life is going to be satisfactory for you. You, as I remember, were a person looking for something to light up your life (or is it “lite up your life” I don’t know wether my English is too poor or my Spanish in impossible to translate). Maybe, this was it, don’t you think?
Chela, my dearest Chela, uncorruputed musician, joyful nymphet, memoire of my happiest days between my youth and my adult life… I feel proud of you. I expected no less from a person such as your self like saying “this is me”. That’s what I keep saying to the freaking world, so, in such matter, I feel not only proud but respect for you,
Lovely, and still reminding you in the strings of a sad, lonely guitar, your dearest Fresh…

Atte. Luis

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