A letter from July 31st, 2011

Dear FutureMe, Happy birthday! Are you married? Chortle. If so, who did you marry? Was it: A. That one kid whose British insults you love and you will never EVER admit that you liked them, not even for a second? B. The "LOVE OF YOUR LIFE" who is obsessed with bow ties, Halloween, monogrammed mugs, his lurvly dog Mallory (aqua mallory in the bath teehee), and Ray Bradbury? or C. The one you know you'd be perfect for he wasn't so **** short ;) (You dreamed about him last night, it was weird as ****. It felt real. You were pissed that you woke up before you got to **** him). All kidding aside, I hope you are happy. I really, really do. I hope that all of (well most of) your dreams and aspirations have true. If they haven't, well that's okay because you have about 60 more years to make them happen ;) Don't forget that you want Halcyon and on and on played at your funeral!! Morbid I know...but essential. If you have kids, tell them I love them! Even though I haven't met them. I guess I never will, hopefully you and I are different people by now. There are bits of cheese in my bed. Cheese that didn't quite freeze all the way in the micro so they kind of feel like those strips of rubber that you used to pull off your converse shoes. I'm odd, aren't I? Nothing wrong with that I 'spose. I hope to cheesus that you've learned how to drive by now!! Anyway, I hope you are successful and just...happy. Please be happy. You need to be happy. I love you. That sounds conceited or lame but you need to know that. Well, if you're still the me that I remember. If you are, lets hope that today is one of your good days :) Hope all is well. Love, Your 18 year old self who needs a **** job and a ******* license. P.S. Work with Tarantino or DIE. Heh heh kidding.