InsaneJournal

Applejack,

I would come upstairs, but I do not want to arrive uninvited, so I will use this machine to message you, instead. I hope you're having a fabulous evening with Tony. My best wishes to him, please say 'hello' for me.

Do you know one of the gentlemen on this island named Art? He rubs the club. I have never met anypony like him! Or the other kind men I've spoken with. Do you know of a Harry or an Arnold, as well? Harry looks like a handsome but serious man and Arnold tells me he is a hologram, and I cannot see him where I would normal see images of others.

Do you know they can see you? Can you see me now? This is outrageous! I have not even done my hair for any of these photos. Where are they coming from? I certainly did not pose for any of these!

Regardless, I have much to tell you.

The other evening I met up with Art at his club. He gave me an appletini--delicious! Magnificent! He is very kind, and has an accent from some place called Cork. Do you suppose that's similar to Sugarcube Falls? I do not think they have quite that sort of accent, but it's very exotic. He's also quite handsome.

Many of these men are quite handsome, I am starting to see a trend and I am wondering where all the stallions in Ponyville have gone. I certainly never saw any there. You know, it's odd, thinking these things about humans. We are not human, yet I've resigned myself to the fact that I will likely be this way the rest of my life. I suppose it could be worse, we could be slaves to Chrysalis or trapped in one of Discord's fiascoes.

I feel like I have written a train wreck! I do not know what is wrong with me! I feel like everything is hindquarters backwards.

Best,
Rarity