Dear Flu/Virus/Whomever the Fuck You Are:
Please, would you please just fuck off? I put up with you over Christmas weekend. You ruined my entire New Year's. Now you've returned for what assuredly feels like Round Three. The aches you cause are not delicious; the sleepless nights you've created have not been ones of pleasure. My voice is taken in hoarseness and not in ecstasy. I can no longer feed your sadistic fantasies and am on my knees begging for mercy.
As you are viral I have no masochistic responses at my disposal. For that I do apologize.
Please leave.
Signed:
S
Please, would you please just fuck off? I put up with you over Christmas weekend. You ruined my entire New Year's. Now you've returned for what assuredly feels like Round Three. The aches you cause are not delicious; the sleepless nights you've created have not been ones of pleasure. My voice is taken in hoarseness and not in ecstasy. I can no longer feed your sadistic fantasies and am on my knees begging for mercy.
As you are viral I have no masochistic responses at my disposal. For that I do apologize.
Please leave.
Signed:
S

I have giggled at your weird plastic money, in the full knowledge that ours is going the same way, and smiled in appreciation of our common tendency to almost excessive politeness and courtesy. You seem very at peace with yourselves, confident, modern, secure in your place in the world. I think I might be just a little bit in love with you...
