how's the weather

Dear FutureMe, This is an e-mail from your old self. I just want to say "hi." Although I have no idea what you look like now, or if you have achieved self actualization, refined your essence. or maybe you are just blissfully ignorant like the rest of society. However I highly doubt that. If only I could catch a glimpse of you now, but that will not happen either. Now you are reading this message from an old friend whom you will never meet again; however, I will always be a part of your subconscious memory. harmless fun... let's test the act of fate... think of a number between 1-31... the hour you are reading this... now you have a day of the year. that was fun. now do whatever you want with that date. buy a scratch ticket, go out for ice cream, have a glass of wine. just pour a little out on the sidewalk for me, because i have helped you be where you are today. and if you aren't where you'd like to be, i'd tell you to slap me but you'd just end up hurting yourself. haha. love always, and never to be heard from again, nikki. good luck with everything. p.s. mueller I want that red-headed stepchild look.