I thought I broke up with you last year? Why are you here again, turning an otherwise greatly anticipated Lowcountry spring into a less than wonderful experience?
Please take back your crappy gift – I really didn’t need yet ANOTHER fucking sinus infection, thanks.
Oh and making everything look as if a bunch of rogue tree-trolls went nuts and spray-painted everything yellow-green is not cute – it’s annoying. No, I don’t like getting my car washed only to find it covered with your shit by the time I pull into my driveway.
If I never see you again, it will be too soon. You are the only blemish of an otherwise perfect place.
I’d think by now you’d know when you’re not wanted, but apparently not. Please go away and never come back!