From my 18 year-old self
Dear Internet,
Wassup? I’m real stoked that you and I have gotten to know eachother better this year. Since we met you’ve introduced me to Yahoo, CompuServe, Alta Vista, Lycos, IM, ICQ and FTP. So many letters to remember, right. LOL!!!
For real though, you’re one of my best friends. You really helped me out in Algebra with those quadratic formulas and in English with my report on Jane Eyre. Why did we have to read that load of bull-honkey anyway? Totally heinous.
Oh and what’s the dilly with those AOL CDs I keep getting in the mail? I can access you for free!?! That sounds like a great idea… Not!
Anyhoo, I thought you looked real cute the other day when I saw you in the library - you had those blue links on that you always wear. Come to think of it, you always look good, even though I’m not too keen on those animated GIFs.
I guess what I’m trying to do here is ask you something. So here goes nothin’…
You? Me? Prom?
I know you’re a little out of my league but I thought ‘Hey, David Schwimmer seems to be doin’ alright for himself so why not me?’.
No biggie if the answer is ‘no’. Write me back at my Rocketmail address, or maybe I’ll see you at Pooter’s party out on his uncle’s property this weekend.
Cool beans.
Czech ya later,
Jared
p.s. - Isn’t that new kid, Google, such a lame-o? What the frick kinda name is that?
