Hello.

Dear FutureMe, I am sending this to you (well, me) on our 25th birthday. It seems like a solid age (at least from here.) How are we? Right now, things are looking pretty dim. Still unemployed, living with Gram, and still fighting with Bojangles. You're having nightmares about him, it's kind of annoying. Hopefully you have a job by then! Haha. As of right now, you're interested in whatever the sun shines its light upon. Seriously. I can't seem to make up my mind. One day i'll want to be a chef, the next an actor, and the next a cartoonist. It's beginning to annoy mom.