A letter from Jun 1st, 2021

Dear FutureMe, *whispers* do you have cinnamons rolls and coffee? When you see this, I hope you almost die from shock when you realise you don't have any cinnamon rolls to eat. A little bit of excitement to keep you on your toes. You know, because your life is probably very boring right now. Tell me, do you have your own apartment? Is Rachel stealing your couch or does she live with you? Is Socks a golden retriever or a husky? Are you still obsessed with coffee? Are you being the stereotypical brooding art student who would rather stay in than go out? (Not like you are that right now but whatever. Semantics.) And, to make you laugh, I just walked into a door 2 minutes ago when trying to run away from tiny children that think my pain is funny. Is that all children or is my family just the exception? Anyways, answer the **** questions. And DON'T swipe away this email as if it doesn't exist. Like all your problems. Ok, goodbye for now you crazy, sarcastic weirdo, Your Better Looking Self.