Dear future me,

what's it like being so old? do you still read comic books? is trixie still alive? I love you. let's go sailing some time. its wierd, loving you, but i do. maybe this actually sends an email to a different dimension, in which i am actually 25, but who knows? i hope college is going well, but if it isnt, I hope i leave. I just want my dreams to come true. remember the wooden house in the country you wanted? with no tv? lets make that a reality. i'm 17, you're 25. dont end up like the listless money hungry majority. right now, i work at red robin bussing tables and am taking english and fishing and wildlife. life is really slow right now. the calm before the storm, if you will. and, you wont. when i read this next, I hope i have that pretty, pure girl with wandering eyes and truth. p.s. I guess i was wrong about the whole mayan apocalypse thing, eh? well , happy birthday, at any rate.