hi.

dear the future, i don't really know what to write. did you ever meet tyler? learn to be deep and philisophical and enlightened? finally have some good sex? i hope the last one. hopefully you're over jay. and have loads of nice new friends. i don't know, maybe you'll be dead in a plane crash off the coast of sri lanka and your body will never be recovered. i don't have any meaninful things to carry on, that i want you to remember. so, things i hope : a) drugs. b) sex. c) boys. d) girls. e) happiness. sounds like the epitamy of responsible teenagerness. but with all that said, be responsible! don't forget the starving children in africa. wear your pants less. BE RECKLESS, HAVE A BORDERLESS MIND i don't know what i'm rambling on about hah. so anyways things are great here, maybe send me an email back sometime, huh? rewrite time. remember the underwear discussions. SEX SEX SEX ..fuck. maybe i want that a little too much. highschool should've been fun and all, lots of black hole in your stomach moments, lots of confusion. what the hell is there to say here? i don't know. remember suicidegirls, remember the pants, remember cigarettes in the rain and happy noodle boy on the bus, remember assisted ear piercings and funny bumps and metal in your boobs, remember nadim and his porch that isn't his. remember alex and making the bridge and him never talking to you, and adrienne liking him, and the red stripey socks and how that one time it was okay. late night talking on carpets in the primary room. jay jay jay jay jay. kissing. cuddling. jay, dammit! yeah anyhow, i hope that bit's all fixed. i wish i could stop saying 'i hope' and 'remember'. ' one more time for good measure, i hope you don't think you used to be an idiot. windhead, eh? meet him? meet cory? switch french? oh fuck, be happy. remember (sorry) monkeys on a planet in space. that's all we are. so better fucking make the most of it, cause you're gonna be rotting in the ground pretty soon. screw that, don't remember, just keep living forwards. oh, you always did need a conclusive last line. p.s. GET PISS DRUNK