Dear Future Version of Me,
I have no idea how far into the future this thing will actually go, nor do I know if I'm going to have the same email address, though I've had PuckRobyn for years, so here's hoping.
Today is Friday, Nov. 20, or, well... it's Saturday, Nov. 21, 2009. It's 12:30 am and I should be in bed, but eh.
I'm 32 years old, going on 33. I'm still unmarried and have very few prospects. Two weeks ago come Sunday, I was a passenger in Karen Davis' car when she had an accident. She has been without that car since (her little Yaris she calls Jack), but got it back Friday 11/20, in the evening. And she was SO happy!
I, meanwhile, had a nervous breakdown, but what the heck.
I'm talking to a guy online who is Catholic but doesn't believe that Pope Benedict XVI is really the Pope. Go figure. He's one of those dissenter types.
I don't know if he likes me or not. I don't know if I like *him.* He's a lot more strict than I care to be, but I don't dislike him right now. We're just talking. As I said, very few prospects.
Monday, 11/16/09, I officially became a part of Harbor America, as a scanner, and I'm really happy and excited about that. I hope that worrying about my job will decrease now that I'm in a good place. I feel the place is pretty stable. I like it better than Weatherford in some ways, even if I miss the pay.
I LOVE it better than working at Krogers.
So, you've seen things that I haven't seen, done things I haven't done, know things I do not know. Here's hoping that at 32 the prospects for my life, in all ways, will improve.
Currently, I live with my mother and father. Daddy is okay but he's driving my mother crazy. She's worrying about her job at Smith International, which might be bought out by another oil company (Possibly even Weatherford - go figure). Daddy is sick but alive and I'm thankful to have him. I love my parents. Karen comes over to goof off with the Wii and me and to play video games and do her laundry. I spend a lot of my free time online RPing. I'm a fat girl but I want to get thinner. I love God and am trying to take Him more seriously than I have in the past.
I hope this email finds myself well, and that my future is as bright as I can imagine.
Tabbie, I love you, even if you sometimes get on my nerves. I'm you. Please please please be well. For all that I sometimes hate myself, I do love you.
Love,
Tabbie
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Sat Nov 21, 2009 , to be delivered
Wed Nov 21, 2012 ) |
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