Last week, Mr. Petruska, a modern man of letters @ Mark My Words, challenged me to mix things up and write a letter to my future self. So, I did.
Dear Chancellor HonieBriggs,
Please allow me to express my gratitude for your visit. I know it was a stretch, what with time travel being so inconvenient this close to finalizing the Pepsi Center Peace Accord. You’ll be pleased to know I’ve begun implementing your seven steps to awesomeness, but something about that Kardashian domestic bliss initiative didn’t sound quite right. Were you serious? You know it can be hard to tell when you’re trying to be funny.
Thanks again for the heads up on the Lohan addiction treatment kiosks – good to know my Dorito habit causes no permanent damage. Whew! Can’t wait to get that monkey off my back. Who knew Chianti Classico becomes like mother’s milk to me? By the way, did I hear you tell my loyal follower we need to stop eating shellfish or stop being selfish?
I know you said printable clothing never really catches on, but I think I’ll save up for that 3D printer anyway. You know, just in case. After all, you are wrong from time to time. As you were leaving, I couldn’t quite make out what you were shouting back at me. Did you say avoid suspicion, fly naked or poor vision, try Lasik?
Maybe I do need to go ahead and get that miracle ear.
All the best,
P.S. I will try to stop second guessing myself.
P.S.S. Thanks for not giving up on me you me!