Dear Future Me,
Hello me! Mr. Clark made us write letters to our future selves in computer class. You are probably reading this on a giant projection screen above your bed and there is a voice talking the words while you play with your husky puppy. How is life? Do you have a boyfriend yet? Do you still like tacos? Do they still serve tacos in 2014? I would cry if they do not. I really hope you do not have to eat freeze-dried tacos like the astronauts. The freeze-dried ice cream is not bad, but I would cry if all tacos were freeze-dried in the future. Our letters have to be ten sentences long. This is the last sentence so I hope your life is nice and you have a cool job.
Sincerely,
Stuff Happens
P.S. Here is a picture of a taco in case you forgot.