Dear Future Me,
I am here to remind you that your life was never not ironic.I woke up this morning with a sore head & scratches I don't remember having before.And inadequate bits of memory like puzzle pieces of how I got to my bed.When I finally woke up in the wee hours of the morning,I snuck around like a thief in my own house trying not to wake anyone up who'd then ruin my morning peace & calm.I was trying to make myself my hangover cure.So there I was,groggy and the works.Ears plugged in,cure ready,newspaper in hand.And guess what the newspaper says?The frontpage.The headline.Screams out to me in bold large letters that time travel might now be possible.Enabling us to travel back into the past and change it.
So.there.you.are.
Don't feel bad.You've made progress if you've moved an inch.
Awkward Confused Teenager.
You know.Its very disturbing how every profound person I've ever met either stones or has stoned at some point.
I also don't remember the last time I used that word to actually describe a stone.Or hearing someone else use the word in that context of usage.Hot damn.That's not nice.Brick is a nicer word though.Not the same as stone. z_Z
Enheewayh.I cancelled today.And am cancelling tomorrow.This always happens.But I'll put out of the I-don't-want-to-socialise soon.Go have fun.
Also,I'm going on a date next week.I just don't know who its with yet.
Oh yeah.Future Me,past you is a little bit on a roll. =D
Later.
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