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dear_mun2012-01-25 12:17 am
perhapsyouveheardofme) wrote in dear_mun2012-01-25 12:17 am
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ouch, broseph. may be going to vatheon
I have but one question for you, Miss Mundane, and that question is thus: what, exactly, is the point? From what I've seen of your era, it revolves mainly around the glowing of bright screens of all shapes and sizes, zoning out thought processes for a quick fix of some form, things that most certainly do not do much in the way of legitimate mental stimulation, but seem instead bent towards the quick entertainment of the masses. The entire culture you're currently living in is rash and absolutely drunk on instant gratification. It's disappointing, to think radio waves and tele-vision waves have become nothing more than useless staples in a household, as opposed to doing some form of good.
You're wasting both your time and mine, Miss Mundane, with these little games of yours, and as long as absolutely nothing is actually being gained, physically nor intellectually, I cannot say I'm prepared to stand for it. You'll have to make do as is.
Of course, you might try, say, picking up a book instead, or perhaps trying your hand at an algebra problem or two. Anything, anything but wallowing in self-made stagnation, I beg of you!
You're wasting both your time and mine, Miss Mundane, with these little games of yours, and as long as absolutely nothing is actually being gained, physically nor intellectually, I cannot say I'm prepared to stand for it. You'll have to make do as is.
Of course, you might try, say, picking up a book instead, or perhaps trying your hand at an algebra problem or two. Anything, anything but wallowing in self-made stagnation, I beg of you!
aw ty. :DDD yayyy mutual love fest!
In the future, other people might consider a filing system. A box. A neat pile that can be tucked away in a desk drawer. It would make tidying-up easier.
[ Just saying. You so crazy, man. He worries ometimes. Sincerely. ]
What has become of those animals? I can't imagine Mrs Hudson eager to keep them in the flat. She'll decided to evict you one of these days, you know.
83 83 83!!!
[animals? what animals? you never said anything about any animals.]
Ha. Ha! Have you gone mad. How is a man to rightly think on all the facets of a single case if it's all tucked away in drawers. Honestly, Watson, you're starting to scare me.
[and here we are again, in partial histrionics. did you really miss this, Watson?]
Shouldn't you know my methods by now!? Haven't we been through enough together? I ask not as a colleague but as a friend, dear chap: have you been feeling well lately.
Because I'm starting to worry that life of complacence you call a marriage has started to addle your mind, and I fear the effects may be irreversible.
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[ Why oh why oh why does he miss this? There is certainly nothing charming. Or fun. About any of it. If he keeps telling himself that, one day it will be true.
Also, dude: low blow. Glaaaare. ]
Don't. Mary has nothing to do with this, Holmes. My wife, my marriage—. We're not having this discussion anymore.
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oh forgot to mention: idk if you have aim but if yes hit me up. sn is in his profile.
[ :| Mrrg. They keep discussing this even though he said he wouldn't discuss it. Oh deep breaths. Look at the ceiling. The ceiling will explain why his best friend is a lunatic. ]
Why do I let you involve me in this same conversation? Mary isn't a-a threat to my mind.
[ And dear lord, it's so absurd he was required to form that statement. No, no smiling. Serious conversation. Serious, important conversation. Only Holmes makes them sound insane. ]
She's lovely. I'm happy. Unlike—formaldehyde. Cocaine. Whatever it is you've decided to experiment with now.