If you could send a message to yourself a decade ago ......

Quote by Kaznkev
Hi, this is me, from ten years in the future. What do you mean, 'made it then'. If you follow my advice, the next ten years will be much easier.
What do you mean, how will you know? Yes, of course I know what a chronoclasm is, I've read the same books you have because I'm you, you idiot.
Incidentally, it's January 2010, for me, and January 2000 for you. Did you enjoy that shag on the balcony on Millenium Eve? Yes, I know she complained she couldn't see the fireworks, I was there, remember?
Bloody Hell, this is complicated, and you, I mean me then, are only making it worse.
OK, tip one. The CSA are twats, and they will ruin your life, but you can't change them. Copy everything you send them, because they will lose it, and you'll have to send it again. Yes, I know it's boring advice.
Tip two. That Saturday night you get drunk in Newcastle, get someone to wake you up at Durham. Getting off the bus in Spennymoor, getting drunker and having bad sex will not make you feel better about yourself and the taxi home will cost a fortune. What do you mean, which Saturday? I can't remember, I was drunk!
Tip three. You get to the end of the decade alive, and intact. Start living as if you expect that to happen, not as if you couldn't care either way.
Tip Four. Don't take that job in 2002. Just don't. You'll know what I mean when it happens.
Tip Five. A beach, Greece 2005. Wipe the sand off your cock before putting that extra strong condom on. You'll thank me for this one.

Quote by Kaznkev
Hi, this is me, from ten years in the future. What do you mean, 'made it then'. If you follow my advice, the next ten years will be much easier.
What do you mean, how will you know? Yes, of course I know what a chronoclasm is, I've read the same books you have because I'm you, you idiot.
Incidentally, it's January 2010, for me, and January 2000 for you. Did you enjoy that shag on the balcony on Millenium Eve? Yes, I know she complained she couldn't see the fireworks, I was there, remember?
Bloody Hell, this is complicated, and you, I mean me then, are only making it worse.
OK, tip one. The CSA are twats, and they will ruin your life, but you can't change them. Copy everything you send them, because they will lose it, and you'll have to send it again. Yes, I know it's boring advice.
Tip two. That Saturday night you get drunk in Newcastle, get someone to wake you up at Durham. Getting off the bus in Spennymoor, getting drunker and having bad sex will not make you feel better about yourself and the taxi home will cost a fortune. What do you mean, which Saturday? I can't remember, I was drunk!
Tip three. You get to the end of the decade alive, and intact. Start living as if you expect that to happen, not as if you couldn't care either way.
Tip Four. Don't take that job in 2002. Just don't. You'll know what I mean when it happens.
Tip Five. A beach, Greece 2005. Wipe the sand off your cock before putting that extra strong condom on. You'll thank me for this one.

Quote by Ms_Whips
Hi, this is me, from ten years in the future. What do you mean, 'made it then'. If you follow my advice, the next ten years will be much easier.
What do you mean, how will you know? Yes, of course I know what a chronoclasm is, I've read the same books you have because I'm you, you idiot.
Incidentally, it's January 2010, for me, and January 2000 for you. Did you enjoy that shag on the balcony on Millenium Eve? Yes, I know she complained she couldn't see the fireworks, I was there, remember?
Bloody Hell, this is complicated, and you, I mean me then, are only making it worse.
OK, tip one. The CSA are twats, and they will ruin your life, but you can't change them. Copy everything you send them, because they will lose it, and you'll have to send it again. Yes, I know it's boring advice.
Tip two. That Saturday night you get drunk in Newcastle, get someone to wake you up at Durham. Getting off the bus in Spennymoor, getting drunker and having bad sex will not make you feel better about yourself and the taxi home will cost a fortune. What do you mean, which Saturday? I can't remember, I was drunk!
Tip three. You get to the end of the decade alive, and intact. Start living as if you expect that to happen, not as if you couldn't care either way.
Tip Four. Don't take that job in 2002. Just don't. You'll know what I mean when it happens.
Tip Five. A beach, Greece 2005. Wipe the sand off your cock before putting that extra strong condom on. You'll thank me for this one.

Quote by awayman
Hi, this is me, from ten years in the future. What do you mean, 'made it then'. If you follow my advice, the next ten years will be much easier.
What do you mean, how will you know? Yes, of course I know what a chronoclasm is, I've read the same books you have because I'm you, you idiot.
Incidentally, it's January 2010, for me, and January 2000 for you. Did you enjoy that shag on the balcony on Millenium Eve? Yes, I know she complained she couldn't see the fireworks, I was there, remember?
Bloody Hell, this is complicated, and you, I mean me then, are only making it worse.
OK, tip one. The CSA are twats, and they will ruin your life, but you can't change them. Copy everything you send them, because they will lose it, and you'll have to send it again. Yes, I know it's boring advice.
Tip two. That Saturday night you get drunk in Newcastle, get someone to wake you up at Durham. Getting off the bus in Spennymoor, getting drunker and having bad sex will not make you feel better about yourself and the taxi home will cost a fortune. What do you mean, which Saturday? I can't remember, I was drunk!
Tip three. You get to the end of the decade alive, and intact. Start living as if you expect that to happen, not as if you couldn't care either way.
Tip Four. Don't take that job in 2002. Just don't. You'll know what I mean when it happens.
Tip Five. A beach, Greece 2005. Wipe the sand off your cock before putting that extra strong condom on. You'll thank me for this one.

Quote by Lassy09
Hi, this is me, from ten years in the future. What do you mean, 'made it then'. If you follow my advice, the next ten years will be much easier.
What do you mean, how will you know? Yes, of course I know what a chronoclasm is, I've read the same books you have because I'm you, you idiot.
Incidentally, it's January 2010, for me, and January 2000 for you. Did you enjoy that shag on the balcony on Millenium Eve? Yes, I know she complained she couldn't see the fireworks, I was there, remember?
Bloody Hell, this is complicated, and you, I mean me then, are only making it worse.
OK, tip one. The CSA are twats, and they will ruin your life, but you can't change them. Copy everything you send them, because they will lose it, and you'll have to send it again. Yes, I know it's boring advice.
Tip two. That Saturday night you get drunk in Newcastle, get someone to wake you up at Durham. Getting off the bus in Spennymoor, getting drunker and having bad sex will not make you feel better about yourself and the taxi home will cost a fortune. What do you mean, which Saturday? I can't remember, I was drunk!
Tip three. You get to the end of the decade alive, and intact. Start living as if you expect that to happen, not as if you couldn't care either way.
Tip Four. Don't take that job in 2002. Just don't. You'll know what I mean when it happens.
Tip Five. A beach, Greece 2005. Wipe the sand off your cock before putting that extra strong condom on. You'll thank me for this one.

Quote by Kaznkev
Hi, this is me, from ten years in the future. What do you mean, 'made it then'. If you follow my advice, the next ten years will be much easier.
What do you mean, how will you know? Yes, of course I know what a chronoclasm is, I've read the same books you have because I'm you, you idiot.
Incidentally, it's January 2010, for me, and January 2000 for you. Did you enjoy that shag on the balcony on Millenium Eve? Yes, I know she complained she couldn't see the fireworks, I was there, remember?
Bloody Hell, this is complicated, and you, I mean me then, are only making it worse.
OK, tip one. The CSA are twats, and they will ruin your life, but you can't change them. Copy everything you send them, because they will lose it, and you'll have to send it again. Yes, I know it's boring advice.
Tip two. That Saturday night you get drunk in Newcastle, get someone to wake you up at Durham. Getting off the bus in Spennymoor, getting drunker and having bad sex will not make you feel better about yourself and the taxi home will cost a fortune. What do you mean, which Saturday? I can't remember, I was drunk!
Tip three. You get to the end of the decade alive, and intact. Start living as if you expect that to happen, not as if you couldn't care either way.
Tip Four. Don't take that job in 2002. Just don't. You'll know what I mean when it happens.
Tip Five. A beach, Greece 2005. Wipe the sand off your cock before putting that extra strong condom on. You'll thank me for this one.

Quote by awayman
Hi, this is me, from ten years in the future. What do you mean, 'made it then'. If you follow my advice, the next ten years will be much easier.
What do you mean, how will you know? Yes, of course I know what a chronoclasm is, I've read the same books you have because I'm you, you idiot.
Incidentally, it's January 2010, for me, and January 2000 for you. Did you enjoy that shag on the balcony on Millenium Eve? Yes, I know she complained she couldn't see the fireworks, I was there, remember?
Bloody Hell, this is complicated, and you, I mean me then, are only making it worse.
OK, tip one. The CSA are twats, and they will ruin your life, but you can't change them. Copy everything you send them, because they will lose it, and you'll have to send it again. Yes, I know it's boring advice.
Tip two. That Saturday night you get drunk in Newcastle, get someone to wake you up at Durham. Getting off the bus in Spennymoor, getting drunker and having bad sex will not make you feel better about yourself and the taxi home will cost a fortune. What do you mean, which Saturday? I can't remember, I was drunk!
Tip three. You get to the end of the decade alive, and intact. Start living as if you expect that to happen, not as if you couldn't care either way.
Tip Four. Don't take that job in 2002. Just don't. You'll know what I mean when it happens.
Tip Five. A beach, Greece 2005. Wipe the sand off your cock before putting that extra strong condom on. You'll thank me for this one.

Quote by tweeky
Hi, this is me, from ten years in the future. What do you mean, 'made it then'. If you follow my advice, the next ten years will be much easier.
What do you mean, how will you know? Yes, of course I know what a chronoclasm is, I've read the same books you have because I'm you, you idiot.
Incidentally, it's January 2010, for me, and January 2000 for you. Did you enjoy that shag on the balcony on Millenium Eve? Yes, I know she complained she couldn't see the fireworks, I was there, remember?
Bloody Hell, this is complicated, and you, I mean me then, are only making it worse.
OK, tip one. The CSA are twats, and they will ruin your life, but you can't change them. Copy everything you send them, because they will lose it, and you'll have to send it again. Yes, I know it's boring advice.
Tip two. That Saturday night you get drunk in Newcastle, get someone to wake you up at Durham. Getting off the bus in Spennymoor, getting drunker and having bad sex will not make you feel better about yourself and the taxi home will cost a fortune. What do you mean, which Saturday? I can't remember, I was drunk!
Tip three. You get to the end of the decade alive, and intact. Start living as if you expect that to happen, not as if you couldn't care either way.
Tip Four. Don't take that job in 2002. Just don't. You'll know what I mean when it happens.
Tip Five. A beach, Greece 2005. Wipe the sand off your cock before putting that extra strong condom on. You'll thank me for this one.

Quote by awayman
Hi, this is me, from ten years in the future. What do you mean, 'made it then'. If you follow my advice, the next ten years will be much easier.
What do you mean, how will you know? Yes, of course I know what a chronoclasm is, I've read the same books you have because I'm you, you idiot.
Incidentally, it's January 2010, for me, and January 2000 for you. Did you enjoy that shag on the balcony on Millenium Eve? Yes, I know she complained she couldn't see the fireworks, I was there, remember?
Bloody Hell, this is complicated, and you, I mean me then, are only making it worse.
OK, tip one. The CSA are twats, and they will ruin your life, but you can't change them. Copy everything you send them, because they will lose it, and you'll have to send it again. Yes, I know it's boring advice.
Tip two. That Saturday night you get drunk in Newcastle, get someone to wake you up at Durham. Getting off the bus in Spennymoor, getting drunker and having bad sex will not make you feel better about yourself and the taxi home will cost a fortune. What do you mean, which Saturday? I can't remember, I was drunk!
Tip three. You get to the end of the decade alive, and intact. Start living as if you expect that to happen, not as if you couldn't care either way.
Tip Four. Don't take that job in 2002. Just don't. You'll know what I mean when it happens.
Tip Five. A beach, Greece 2005. Wipe the sand off your cock before putting that extra strong condom on. You'll thank me for this one.