What the crap is a tisket, anyway? Or, for that matter, a tasket?
You know what, it doesn’t really matter. I’m’a just make it up. And I’m’a write about it. And the thing I write is going to be called “The Great Tisket; or, An Adventure in Tasket”. AND IT WILL BE MAGNIFICENT.
A short while ago, I wrote 40 letters to 40 people before my 40th birthday. I found that I quite loved writing letters, and …wait. That isn’t right. I’ve always known I enjoy writing letters, and I *often* get around to sending them. As it stands, I owe a couple of people letters back from their last correspondence. There’s something about writing by hand and sending a letter in the post. Something intimate.
Let’s not mince words here, either. It is RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME to get letters and postcards addressed to you instead of ‘occupant’ [side note: I always leave the post addressed to “occupant” inside my post box, because I am certainly not the occupant of my post box.] and that isn’t a bill or an invoice or a
What the crap is the difference between a bill and an invoice?
statement of account or some sludge from a local homophobic politician. [Side note: even if I were inclined to vote for anti-democratic Stephen Harper in the upcoming election, I would not vote for this jackhole in my riding. What a complete buffoon.]
I want you in on this. I know you don’t know me and I don’t know you (except for you. We know each other well and I STILL love writing letters to you), but if you’d like to receive a letter from me, do this:
Send me an email (c3n0byte at gmail dot com) with the subject line: LETTER! PLEASE! You may or may not wish to use the word “supermegaawesomecool” in the body of the email. You may or may not wish to give me a subject you’d most like to read about. You may or may not wish to tell me something about your own self. If you’d like me to highlight anything we talk about here at the centre of the universe, tell me that too!
Please do not send puppies in the mail.