I'm sending this e-mail from fifteen years ago...

Dear Me, Happy birthday. I still have the same e-mail? Cool. Mom wants me to practice piano, so I'm gonna have to type really fast. Am I an actor? Doesn't matter, I suppose I'm happy with whatever I'm doing. Remember that iPod nano I got for christmas is 2005? It's probably junk now, I bet the future has way cooler technology. Listen to me. When you get married and have children, remember the boy names. Seth, Lance, and Griffin. They might sound weird to you, but they are cool names. I really hope I remember what's cool. Girl names: Holly. That's all I can think of. Weird, huh? Not really. Who will/have I marry/ied? Hope it's someone good. What, hmm, I'll be, 27 or 28 now, right? Cool. Remember your inner kid. I'll always be there. Inside me. Sort of weird... but I suppose I get it, since you're me. I always thought that the only time people talked like that was in cartoons, like The Fairly Odd Parents. I like that show. (Do I have a girlfriend or fiance? I hope so.) Wow, thats the second time mom almost caught me typing this letter. I'm supposed to be practicing piano. James Bond theme. Did you ever go through with that band with Steven and Jake and people? Anyhow, I hope I'm an actor. Have I been in any movies? That would be soooo cool! I hope I finished that book. The one with all the pyromancers and terramancers and sorcerers? Yeah, I hope I got it puublished. Well, I got to go. See you... now. Tee-hee. Bye. -"Mikey" (Is that what they call me now? Is it Mike, or Michael...?)