LOL FAG LOL

(incase you didn't get the first one I'm not sure sent -- this one even has a bonus line at the end WOO LUCKY YOU) Dear “Future Me,” I am writing this email on July 5th, 2006 (that's one year ago before receiving this e-mail fool, and if anything about me stays the same at all one year and a month or two ago before you actually read this). A peculiar time indeed in the world. A time where you mom jokes went retro-cool, and made a relapse on the circle of fadtitude, where the O RLY? phenomena has only just begun to fade away from the favor of the masses, and where p2p is the greatest thing to happen to the world since sliced bread. A time where anime, manga, video games, and technology reign supreme in my day to day life. Imagining what my future has in store for me is pretty inconceivable at this stage in my life given how I'm a blatant liar and in actuality it is not only conceivable, but more predictable than the ending to a corny, b-rated superhero movie. You're still into technology, play video games on occasion, and more than likely still keep up with anime and manga. Whether or not you have my license yet is a coin toss, and I doubt you have a girlfriend (prove me wrong loser), you've probably experienced a few more computer reformats than myself, and school just got done reaming you in the ass your jr. year (you better have passed math asshole, that's my future you're flushing down the toilet with excessive laziness and notorious procrastinational tendencies - a guilty pride indeed). I'm hoping you have that spiffy, keen new computer I've got my eye on, and I'm hoping nothing bad has happened to anyone dear to me over the span of this last year. Maddox still kicking ass? You still mildly retarded and refuse to conform to rational organizational conventions like the logical ordering of documented thought and “paragraphs”? I thought so. (As much as that last question demands me not to, I couldn't go on any longer without hitting the enter key, run-ons are cool and all, but its only fun until someone gets hurt or loses an eye. Coherency is for fags.)…hmmm…I thought I had something else to say, but its 7:36 in the morning when I was supposed to wake up early to help re-floor our house in laminated wood paneling (how'd that turn out btw? looks pretty wicked awesome I presume?). Let that be a testimony to my inability to sleep at regular hours despite knowing the consequences and reasons against doing so. I'm just awesome like that. Wonder if it'll still just be the same old group of friends, or if anyone will have left us/joined us over the course of a year......bah, hell if I care, deep thought and inner enlightenment is reserved for religious figureheads (crackpots) and heavy metal artists (crackpipes), instead I'll just go head butt a sidewalk or something until I get bored. Oh and don't be dead jackass. That is all. Best Friends Forever, yourself (LOL FAG LOL) p.s. your mom. LOLOLOLOL (your wit still so sharp it's on the verge of slitting my own throat like that fine display of thought-invoking genius you just bared witness to :D?)