future letter for Paige

Dear Paige, I hope you aren't hugely fat, and I hope you have some good perspective on whether or not I am fat now. I hope you've read more classical books than I have. Did you finish high school, or get your GED? Was the Antarctica trip cancelled? Are in college? Have you forgotten all your Japanese? You should really take that up again--you paid a lot of money for those classes. Look at me, I'm guilting my future self. What am I, my mom? Forget it. Say mean things, shoplift cheap shit, take candy from babies...have a good time! I bet Adam is a lot bigger by now, but not yet good with the girls, right? Is he still at Nishimachi? Send him a card right now, or if he's in the US, go visit him. He won't give a damn, but your stepmom will like it. You know what out of the lib would be a fun job? Aside from your absolute dream job? Bartending. Take classes. Also, don't forget about your dream job. If you haven't yet, read those books your mom checked out of the library, the ones about starting a bookstore. And by the way, don't let her guilt you into working at the goddamn library. Look, there's a fucking scratch on my hand. Do me a favor, check to see if Tommy-cat is dead yet. She is? Wow, you've made my day. I start my second semetre of school school at N. today. I've got an anxiety attack for no particular reason, and I'm going late to register because I set my alarm clock wrong. I wonder if I've grown out of this irrational fear by then? I doubt it, somehow. Anyways, get back to yas later! Love, Paige