You're 30! *unless I counted wrong*

Dear FutureMe, It is 7:18pm, Wednesday, August 9, 2006. I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. About Troy(you do remember the guy you met on the airpark that was in jail, right?), I've been wondering if it's really going to go anywhere. We've been writing back and forth for a little while now, and you better still have those letters! Always save everything! Are you still taking pictures? I hope so! Take pictures all the time. You remember when Heather L was murdered... you didn't have any recent pictures of her. I am still sad about her death. The court date is in September for her "alleged" killer. Are you still keeping in touch with her family? And what about Sharee? Where is she? And your BEST friend Heather M?? You'd better still be friends with her! I hope you didn't pull another money scam on her to make you hate you forever... she's the only true friend you've ever had. Have you lost the weight? Right now I'm trying to find a ride so Heather M. and I can start walking two or three times a week at the path across from the V.A. Lord knows our fat asses need to lose some weight. Have you moved out of your mothers house???!!! If not, pack your shit, and leave IMMEDIATELY!!! It doesn't matter where you go. Is PA still alive? And Oma and Opa? I feel bad right now for not spending much time with any of them. Uncle Richard is dead. Mr. Brown is dead. Have you forgotten about them? Mr. Brown got you started good with music... and you threw it all away you dumbass. Get a credit card, buy a bass clarinet, and get with it if you haven't already done so. Tell someone you love them. Breathe. Tell someone else you love them. Apologize to the last person you pissed off- I know you're good at it! Have you found a tall, handsome cowboy? I've been checking them out lately and DAMN there are some fine white guys around here. Share this letter with your friends/boyfriend/husband/anyone nearby. Is Fluffy dead? He doesn't like me much right now. I currently love Godsmack, Eminem, Rodney Carrington, and that old "oops up side your head" song. Right now Heather and I enjoy calling each other "nigger" and "goober" and both equally enjoy getting high. I still live with mom now. I work at Hertz, cleaning cars. It's hella hot down here in Louisiana. Hunt much lately? I got my first deer last year... 7 point. Big fella' he was. If you haven't went hunting in the past 2 years, get back into it. It's a great time to relax and get away. Have kids? Find a sitter. How are Adam and Kira? Tracy? Will D.? Remember your first love.. Keith S.? Are you still in contact with Marcus? If not... find him. He was a great guy. Are you still in Louisiana? Get the fuck out!!!! Still broke? Buy a lottery ticket. Use numbers 7, 13, 11, 01, 30, 21. I hope you get lucky! You probably won't, but it's worth a shot. This is where I end this letter. I hope you've found the love of your life.. if not... he will come. I hope you've found a job you enjoy. If not, set out to find it. I hope you're happy. If not, just breathe, and remember that someone out there loves you besides yourself.