Another mix I had sitting around, added a few more tunes to make it somewhat complete. Don't remember what the original concept was, so I decided it would be a letter to myself last week.

Dear me,
Don't go ballistic on anyone. They are going to piss you off extremely on Friday morning by email. Remember, you just work with them, you don't live with them or have sex with them, nor do you share candies with them. Take it in and punch a pillow and don't buy cigarettes. I know you feel like it, but don't. Don't cry, you know how puffy your eyes get. Just continue with your day and enjoy some time outside. It's going to be a beautiful day, around 85 degrees. You will feel a lot better. Trust me. Oh and don't pick that zit on your chin, it's only going to get worse and scar. Talk to you (me) later. AND yes, you are crazy. xoxoxo B

This letter is to my future self next week.

Hi again,
Good thing you didn't go ballistic on those fuck-tards last week or you would be in jail for murder now. Can you imagine becoming someone's bitch right now? It's the last thing you need. LOL. I am glad you feel better because there is going to be a hell of a shit storm coming. I'll tell you about it next time.
xoxoxox B
ps- your skin looks good

This letter is to me present time:

Dear Me,
Quit slacking and get to work.
and you are crazy or something....
B