[26 Feb 2006|06:59pm] [ mood | calm ] [ music | cat stevens-maybe you're right ] Dear Nyssa in thirty years, I hope you remember what it's like to be sixteen. Don't forget that kids do stupid stuff. Don't forget how much fun it is to be stupid. I hope you don't regret anything. Don't forget that you read cliff notes instead of doing book reports. Don't forget that you liked to stay up all night on the phone and that you lied to your parents with alarming frequency. Don't forget sleeping around and doing cocaine off toilet seats at bus stations, and don't punish your kids too much when they do the same. I mean, look at you, you turned out okay. Remember what it is like for your best girlfriend to be a guy named hank. Remember going from day to day praying money will fall from heaven (i.e. parents) before the gas light comes on. Remember what it's like to be in love with a man you never can have, and what it's like to turn in a book report to him the next day. And if you're reading this in thirty years and you don't have a husband, I hope I don't make you feel guilty about writing all that stuff about kids. I'm sure you're a perfectly wonderful person, and have some nice cats. What is that I hear clicking? Is it your biological clock? yours in DNA, spry, young nyssa. OH SHIT. STIEGEL HOMEWORK. FREAK OUT. other stuff: .ribbstrong bracelets have been ordered! they're coming in this week. .yeah. we broke up. we're still going to prom together. no, we're really not dating. there. now people on my friends list will have the insider edge in gossip rings. .I come on TV wednesday at seven and saturdays at midnight! channel five. .if you google my name, or google image my name, a picture I drew when I was seven of a comet comes up. neat-o. oh, and also the journal anna and I shared many many years ago. and the Mr. Ribb article. Alright. Later. 5 comments|post comment

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