Hi,Dear FutureMe, Quick hit: It’s 2022, I’m eating cold pizza for breakfast, and Jake (roomie) just used my toothbrush. Again. Three years later, have you learned to lock the bathroom door? Or are we still playing “guess whose spit is on...
Yo 2025 me, What’s popping? It’s October 12th, 2022, and I’m sprawled on the dorm floor because Jake (roomie, remember?) stole my bed to nap off his hangover. Classic. Just aced a stats quiz I swear I didn’t study for – don&...
Hey future me, What’s up? It’s me, your 17 - year - old self scribbling this in Mr. Henderson’s boring ass history class. Dude, the clock’s ticking so slow I could die, but honestly? I’m way too hyped to think about the Civi...
Hey, future me! Yo, I’m chilling at my tiny ass apartment in Brooklyn right now, crushing a cold one and binge - watching some random Netflix show. Crazy to think that by the time you’re reading this, a few years have passed. I gotta say, I&rs...
Hey 2025 Sarah, Congrats on surviving another year! If you’re reading this, I assume:a) The robot uprising hasn’t happened (yet),b) You finally bought real pants (not just sweatpants with holes), andc) You’ve stopped naming houseplants j...
Dear Future Me (aka the 2025 Version of My Awkward Self), Happy Birthday, you glorious weirdo! 🎉 Okay, so it’s 2024-me typing this, and honestly? I have no idea what your life looks like right now. Did you finally learn how to cook something besides...
It’s April 2020. Day 47 of lockdown. I’m wearing the same sweatpants for the 3rd week straight, my ‘home office’ is a cardboard box labeled ‘BORING AF’, and my biggest achievement today was remembering pants for a Zoom ...
Yo Future Chad (hope you're not bald yet), Dude, it's 2015 and I just spent $600 on this sweet Galaxy S6 Edge! The curved screen is mind-blowing – like living in THE JETSONS. By 2025, we probably have hologram phones, right? Or at least phones that ...
Hey future wifey! (If you're reading this, divorce didn't happen – high five!) It's 2015 and I just ate a whole box of Thin Mints while watching Kim Kardashian break the internet with her butt. Don't judge! By 2025, I bet: You've finally done that j...
Dear Marcus at 42, Right now it’s 3:17 AM. Another night where the humidity feels like Kabul dust choking my lungs. Jenny’s asleep beside me, but I’m wide awake counting cracks in the ceiling – same way we counted IEDs on Route Red...
