Dear Quilt,

How about, I go have a shower, and when I come back, you miraculously have sewn your last three seams yourself? Is that cool with you? I'd really appreciate it, I hate joining the last few big bits together.

Thanks, Sara

Dear fellow users of my toilet,

I understand that smells exist, even though I can't experience them, but surely they can't be worse than doing your business in sub-zero temperatures, which is what it feels like I'm doing when you've left the window in the toilet opened. Brrrr.

Regards, Sara.


*there is no * above, but I wish I could put one below where it says random shit, so I could then put a star that said literally.

Dear Blogger,

Why did you do make that last post suddenly become all caps? Yes, I'm very cross about how cold it is in front of the doors at work, but that doesn't mean I want my opinions on the matter shouted. If anything, this blog is more of a muttered under my breath type of complaining. I'll let it go, this time, but don't be doing it again, d'you hear?

Dear Dishes,

Please make like a tree* and fuck off.*

*nope, I don't really get the connection either. But some quotes are like that - they make no sense but the people around you say them often enough that they rub off on you. But I'm sure you get the gist.