#time capsul

Deep in the feeling is either urgent or complacent.  The motion causing ripples which latter will be expelled in International airports.  At work the mere mention of a city can cause the tiny hats of large insecurities to sharpen.

Leif Erickson is the guide.  Actually he is the territorial sales representative.  His phone number is burried in a pile of parchment on a long ship in the Natural Museum of history.  Leif is out in America though.  He has traded dignity for the dollar.

The wood carved is still of the highest quality.  Examined with a microscope the fibers can be seen holding hands.  The wood reminds of last evening - our first - and the lack of wood.

Weekend is here and armour on but not in the minivan worn worn smooth sense of the word.  Bubbles and darkness are in the future - fighting for the thrill of blood stains.  Tide with bleach used to be antibacterial.

Day 1:

The first of my scheduled posts. This a few days early, just so I'm not rushing to fill shit up before I go. I feel guilty leaving, because I've never been gone for a few days before... I'm sure you guys care so much that I'm going to be gone. 

Okay so how I envision this:

My car will probably be like Kristen, mayhaps Robert, Kayla, and I. That would be nice. A couple hours to say ridiculous shit. Hopefully I remember to grab Dance Gavin Dance songs off my iTunes at school to sync to Kristen's ipod. 

We get there and putting up tents will take for ever and make us all feel stupid. We'll take a crack at organizing weed, drinks, food, and fire wood. It will get really cold at night but we'll lightly break into our supply. 

So yesterday I dropped my Droid. Again. But this time something bad happened. Real bad. Bad enough for me to wish I spent the extra 6 bones/month on insurance.

Anywho my Droid is on it's way to pasture/smartphone hell (b/c the thing sucked, but that's a different story), and while I patiently await my replacement device, I'm using my old LG dumbphone thing from like a year ago-ish.

And I don't know how many of you have ever had this feeling, but as soon as I turned that puppy on, it was though we never parted.

Sure, it took half a minute for my mind to adjust to the ancient technology, but before long, I was making that little slide out keyboard my bitch again. Best part though-- rereading text messages, checking out my old pictures, my old phone log...It was like returning to my first childhood home--only the new people never moved in.

You will be the only person on the planet to know the full, unadulterated version of the story of my college (and post-college/bum) life. Because you have no choice but to still love me anyway.

Yours truly,

Your Future Wife

P.S.

This afternoon would've been the perfect time for you to swoop into my life. Then you can tell our kids about it like this...: