Hey! I hope you’re still fit and hot! lol I’m joking but not really. At LEAST look good for 100. Moses died at the age of 120 and i bet you he still aged like Morgan Freeman so you better have your shit together. If you’re a gross old guy with a stained Polo shirt and a goopy body we’re fightin. Or if that sounded shallow then, I hope we’ve overcome our fixation on surface beauty and have aligned ourselves with higher and nobler values (lol gaaaaaaaayy). I also do hope that this is being read by us and not by a loved one at our funeral because that would be an inSANE intro to a eulogy that I just wrote. LOL could you imagine? “We’re here today to honor the death of Uriah, heres a letter her wrote himself at the age of 26, “Hey! I hOpE YOur’Re sTiLl hOt.” Man that’d be a wild start. Hopefully Rach (our wife) is still around and she made edits to the eulogy before those poor mourners read the crock of shit I cooked up. She was always a really good editor.
Lol better yet, what if we’re in jail right now? If we are in Jail I just KNOW it’s because of our 2024 tax return isn’t it? maaan I knew they’d get us eventually. Anyways, I do hope things are going well and that we’ve found peace. I also hope that society is in a better place because it’s kind of in a social media hellhole right now. We’re starting our career in speech therapy currently and we’re doing a lot of cool stuff but we’re still kind of figuring shit out in life. I’m not sure what the parameters of this letter exchange are but if you can write me back, please don’t. I don’t want to spoil the surprise of years to come. I really really want to ask you a big question though… Are Our kids cute?? Oh please god let them have been cute and if they weren’t, how’d we deal with it? Not WE as in Rach and us, I mean you and I. Like, did we just keep going until we got a cute? Gosh I wanna know so bad but UGH don’t tell me.. Also, do we stick to speech therapy? 26 yr old us doesn’t want to in the future of course but I’d love to know that way I can know which job I can talk shit at and KNOW I’m moving onto bigger and better stuffs. But honestly I know I sound eager to know but don’t write me back you goopy old fart (gross). I’ll live to see the day eventually. Unless I die before 100 and that’d be insane, then I’m just writing a letter to literally nobody LMAO. But regardless of 100, I’d still read this at like 60 somethin and be like “ehh close enough.”
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