More post-as-letters, because that's what this kind of calls for.

[active_apathy]

Dear fifth glass of merlot,

you're mine. All mine. Resistance is futile (and really hard to clean up after, so please don't). Your tasteful essence, antioxidants, soft tannins, beautiful colour and 14.5% alcohol by volume shall be consumed 'ere the night is done, as will your brethren still in the bottle.

Bwahahaha, et cetera.

Yours drinkingly,
active_apathy



Dear man on escalator,

you probably think that ripped jeans are perennially fashionable. For some, they are. This, however, applies to specific kinds of tears.

When your jeans are torn in close proximity to the gluteal region, they're most definitely not fashionable.

Even so, I'll happily ignore your sartorial problems if you'll do one of two things: please, for the love of sunshine and rainbows and hugs and puppies and kitties and all things else, either (a) invest in some kind of sewing kit, or (b) wear underwear.

Scarred for life,
active_apathy



Dear retailers,

when installing a new point of sale system, favour the fuller form 'point of sale' on all notices visible to potential customers. A sign announcing the impending arrival of a new 'POS system' doesn't exactly inspire confidence.

Yours helpfully,
active_apathy



Dear government-owned public transport monopoly,

the number of people waiting for buses who secretly think "hey, if only I could be listening to The Barber of Seville right. now."?

Probably fewer than you think.

Yours adverbially,
active_apathy



Dear sixth glass of merlot,

you've made the bottle embarrasingly empty, but I'm probably not going to hold it against you.

Yours happily,
active_apathy

Comments

[laurenmitchell.livejournal.com]

Dear Linda,

Accident? As in, 'whoops, I slipped and fell on the recharging cord'?

A sleep exchange would be great. The one night recently that I slept right through and felt good when I woke up, my team leader at work had insomnia, which just goes to show that there is not enough sleep for everyone.

Huzzah for productive thingys!

Love,
Lauren

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Dear Lauren,

Accident as in "oh, that charges it, doesn't it. You'd think I'd remember that by now."

Shiny. All that we need is to find some vessel capable of carrying sleep.

So far, huzzah for spending copious amounts of time with Photoshop. But, there will be productivity. Soon-ish.

Love,
Linda