To My Mid 20's Self

You know that Pepsi Summer Mix you're enjoying? They're going to stop making that forever, and you're never going to be able to find it again, and five years from now you're still going to be so obsessed with it that you're writing blog entries about it.

To Myself Any Time Before Sunday

Sunday's winning lotto numbers: 5-13-32-45-47-48

To my pre-teen self

Stop laughing at Mom cause she needs her coffee in the morning. You too will be a coffee junkie when you work full-time. Not so funny now!

To My Hormonal Teenage Self

Touching boobs is even more awesome than you're imagining.

To my childhood self

Ice cream is too dinner!

Also, when you have a job, car, and your own house...you can buy candy WHENEVER YOU WANT.

PS Candy is also dinner

To My Middle School Self

Please don't buy that Virtual Boy.

To my 14 year old self

It's not your fault.

I know it hurts and you're scared and you just want it to stop, but it's not your fault.

Keep hanging in there. They will figure it out and you'll start to feel better. I promise.

Get through the day a minute at a time. So much more is waiting for you on the other side of this.