Regarding your Future self

Oh, Laura. You're so paranoid. You recieved an email yesterday from the creators of FutureMe.org. It took a while to jar your memory as to what FutureMe.org is all about, but they set your on the right path. Apparently, last December, in what can only be imagined as new levels of intoxicating boredom, you wrote a letter to your future self. It is to be mailed to dirtygrossandugly@hotmail.com on the 18th of November 2008. Lord knows what you wrote. Thinking back to December of last year, you were really, really drunk. A lot. You really should be in some sort of therapy right now. I'm not trying to tear you down or anything, but the amount you drink in addition the situations you put yourself in aren't the healthiest combinations. Anyway, that's besides the point. I'm sorry to throw that at you, it doesn't have any relevance to this letter. The creators of FutureMe.org sent you an email because they're putting together a book of Future Letters. It's going to be anonymous, but that's not really an issue. We both know you have no issues with humility. Or at least you didn't when this letter was written. Unless something terribly drastic and life-altering has happened to you in the past few months, it still shouldn't be a problem. But let me tell you, Laura. Your'e freaking the fuck out. They want to publish the letter you wrote in December of 2005 in their book! Hell yeah, right?? But think of what you may have written! You don't remember December of 2005, and neither do I. When I look back at the journal entries I wrote, I seemed to have been quite happy. Not pinning over Carson, hadn't even met Travis. You were in a nice comfortable transistion period, and seemed to be bothered by nothing. You'd just spent a weekend with Hott Zac, and then the week following with Tia. Seems like everything was laying out nicely for you, sociallably speaking. Really, Laura, you shouldn't have anything to worry about. Rest assured that you're a good person who can easily form coherant sentences. Pick up a copy of this Future Book when it finally comes out, and maybe send a copy to an English teacher who failed you in the past. There's so many to chose from. Mr. Miranda (although he knows you're a champion, he was just making a point that it's important to READ Romeo and Juliet before creating a sock puppet theatre about it), Mrs. Hann (who, I believe, failed you TWICE), Mrs. Johnson (she didn't mind the Cliff Notes for Frankenstein, just preferred that you didn't show up to class so blatantly on acid). There's more, but we can't remember them. Laura, you've spent the past 24 hours reading all the public entires you can find on FutureMe.org. Why not just let yourself be suprised? It's anonymous. Who cares? Just stop telling everyone about it! PS. You have a birthday tomorrow. You'll be 24 again. Take care of yourself.