Shall… Thee… Tis…

I feel like it’s time for me to reveal another of the past specialities I’ve so passionately scribed to Kraz. This one I wrote in June of 2008, but I’m not sure what I was really talking about. I’m thinking it had something to do with yearning for our rambunctious college days while bored on a work night. Again, as a reminder, I realize these things are totally grammatically incorrect and the author of a thesaurus would probably have a heart attack while reading them, so please just go with it. Good times.

Kraz,

The final rays of golden sun have fallen below the horizon and the night has once again blanketed us in stars.
As sit restlessly unaccompanied my eyes wander past the dew-damped sill of the window and rest upon the dark, lonely town beyond. My mind I find racing to fill with thoughts of the joyous times held by recent years gone by. Times that not only hold countless memories of which I do cherish, but times that within these memories do you remain.
It is at these moments I shall long for the careless days of our youth. Days in which our hearts and souls conquered our minds allowing for mischief and promiscuity to reign over sense.
Tis this sense for which I now harbor allowing for my actions of late to include a greater level of unwelcome rigid prudery. A trait that, to myself I do refer, tends to come not in modesty, but like much of my character in nature, comes with expugnable abilities.

Having exhausted my thoughts, I do say goodbye to you dear Kraz.

Ally

Beloved Readers,

I feel like it’s time for me to reveal another of the past specialities I’ve so passionately scribed to Kraz. This one I wrote in February of 2008 and contains a not so old-fashioned theme: binge drinking at the Timberwolves game. As a reminder, I realize these things are totally grammatically incorrect and the author of a thesaurus would probably have a heart attack while reading them, so please just go with it. Good times.

Lovely Kraz,

The dusty roads of a year gone by have washed away with the rains of beyond and a new path has led me to a place not plainly within the sight of dreams.

Hearts only imagine the soul of a found few, a few I have only recently became to call my fellows. These few, this family, are eternally kind; forever alive with laughter.

I find myself wondering when I shall wake, when the dream of this place in which I have arrived will fade. Not of my coin, Grey Geese fly their flocks through my body and mind as I drift into the sway of the music all around me.

The Wolves of the Timber shall be awaiting my arrival in slightly more than just moments and it sorrows me to leave you so soon, sweet Kraz.

Please know I do keep you in my drunken, happy heart and though I now live in this fairytale of a dream world, I promise, I shall n’er lose grasp on the relations cherished by yours and my hearts alike.

Peace be with you,
Ally

A Non Jane Austen-Approved Hobby

So last night while hanging at the Bulldog with a handful of friends, it was requested that I share with you some of the special “letters” I write to Kraz via Facebook.

I’m not sure how it all started really, but about four years ago when Kraz and I were “cubby buddies” at our sorority, I began writing her these really grammatically incorrect notes using the best old-fashioned verbiage I could beget.  I’ll honor Kraz, and sometimes Hirarii, with one of these blurbs every few months, but I should really turn it up a notch because I’ve had wonderful reviews thus far.

Kraz – I would wonder how you feel about me broadcasting samples of our little missives, that I so thoughtfully put together, but then I reminded myself that they are Facebook originals. Which, needlessly to say, are rather public already.

This one was posted way back in December of 2006 (the names have been changed to protect the innocent):

Dearest Kraz, The season of love and happiness is upon us and so shall we share the warmth of tender hearts and joys of the holidays. May the pure and chilly fall of frosty flakes not harden the glow of your spirit, but encourage the festivities traditional of the occasion.

I pray thee only wishes of well and possess a higher hope for plenty on your hearth this Christmas. Make not haste into the new year, dear friend. Behold the merriment of the present and the days of the year to come shall tune to the delight of such.

Adorn thy self in fruitful company and be joyous for tis the season of celebration.

May faith, harmony, and goodwill be yours to share.

Warm wishes and happy Christmas,
AllyAnd if you didn’t already think I’m a total nerd…. That should do well getting you there.  It’s really fun going back to read these suckers, so don’t be surprised if you see me posting more.  How can I not share this incredible word garbage?

TGIF, readers! (and may faith, harmony and goodwill be yours to share…).