A letter from January 23rd, 2016

hey dude. Right now you're 25. In love, happy, broke, in a ****** 2 bedroom in Broomfield, currently reading (not really) 3 books (the lord of the rings book 1, anansi boys & a cooks tour.) You make $13 an hour at Whole Foods, you currently got told you don't care about your job by your boss, and this current night you went and drank your face off at front range brewery in Lafayette with Jay as your bartender. You think about Andrew about 98% of the time, tell yourself to buck up your confidence and not think about andrew 98% of the time, do intermittent fasts broken by intermittent binges and occasionally realize your life is a hot mess. Also, you just used spell check for a good 1/3 of this note, so maybe you should actually finish those books and exercise your brain. hope this brings a ray of sunshine to your sunshiney day. Please be making more that 13 dollars an hour. And please don't be fat. (if you are in fact fat, please refer yourself to a gym.) love you bye. hophelus.