Dear FutureMe,
Life really sucks right now. Luanne and Rory called the police, got you kicked out of your house, and nearly separated you from your mom. You've disowned your whole family, almost Carlo too, and have decided cheese isn't as good as it used to be.
You went to the GED office yesterday and took the reading assessment. We're 16, and we're at a college reading level. Let's see big bro call us a loser now, eh? :D
Other than feeling trapped in a little town of Lander Valley Hellsville, you're constantly worried that you'll have to give up Abbey, Moe, Molly, Midnight, Chico, and Pumpkin. I hope things turn out better in the future. Do we still like ramen and 7up? Better yet! How about Dr.Pepper?
Please tell me we met Taylor Lautner and had hot passionate animal sex. No? Well damn. He's still Hawt I hope! At least we always get that Grade-A Prime Rib Eye Candy. ^.~
Do we have a job? Are we in College? Are you majoring in nursing young lady? We do really need that solid foundation. I think at some point in life we should get a doctorate in Business. What do you think?
And by all that is holy! Take a photography class and sewing class. you know you want to.
Anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! You should be 19 by now, hopefully. Unless some time-warp finally got us. I know what it's been plotting. Hope its a good one. (Do we happen to have a boyfriend/girlfriend by now? I sure hope so)
I wonder if Geoffry the Giraffe will call us? :D Now that's funny. Be sure to get that mascot costume and run around like we've always wanted! I vote for a chicken (we be chicken!) vs. peter griffin run through town, and don't forget to have plenty of nerf gun wars!
One more thing, do we still say poop funny, and do people still laugh if we do?