I've kind of always thought I end up being an old but fabulous lady who wears fantastic secondhand clothing and dramatic hats and long hair. I wish I could have gotten a picture of her face. When I saw her, I was struck with awe. She was a real presence.
The Future Me, much like the present me, has a pet fish. A black moor that will swim around in a little bowl with rainbow colored rocks. I am going to name my fish Missy Elliott, because I really like Missy Elliott, and because it's black.
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