Tag Archives: Friends

Friday, July 16, 2010

Text Message
Received: May 21, 2009 at 10: 52 pm

“I love you girls and i don’t kno what i would do without you guys and one of the only things right now that makes me happy is thinking about us all living in the same place and growing old with you lol i guess in a way i am proposing to you all have a great weekend i miss yall”

Text Message
Received: December 26, 2009 at 11: 47 pm

“I don’t run bc it makes me tired. i don’t lift weights bc they’re heavy.”

Text Message
Received: September 7, 2009 at 7:39 am
“We miss you so much when you’re not around. FYI. The boys outnumber us & the dynamic becomes frightening. can’t wait to see you!”

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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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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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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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