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Subject: As for Valentine's Day....

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S

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Date Posted: 05:01:32 01/11/02 Fri

I was just cleaning out my purse, and that made me think about love, so I feel compelled to make a useless personal announcement. If you are just another prick who doesn't care what I receive for Valentine's Day, please move it on along. I have no time for your sort.

However, if you worship the ground my girly redneck toes trod upon and plan to shower me with wonders galore, DO NOT SEND FLOWERS--unless, of course, they are digital reproductions with no power to kill.

The real thing I am deathly allergic to and tend to quit breathing when people hand them to me. At least five people in my work place will attempt this lovely VD tradition.

This is what the day is like for me. I wake up. I think, oh, fuck. It's Valentine's day again. I wonder how many people are going to try to kill me today. I realize I should stay home. No, wait. I can't stay home. I promised to do this or that or some such thing.

So I go. Against all medical advice. Around ten the first of the flowers arrive and I begin gasping for air. Before I can manage to convey the message that this is what the asthma attack they'd been warned about looks like, more flowers arrive, and I begin foaming at the mouth and losing consciousness. On the way to the floor, I shoot myself up with Epinephrin, crawl out of the office, huff some Albuterol, then wait for life to return to my struggling person.

Then the drugs kick in. Hyper drugs. Imagine being stuck with me for an entire day when I am unable to enter the place in which I do my work, am pissed because once again a dear, personal friend attempted murder, and have just shot myself up with drugs designed to stimulate the body.

Sit back for a minute. Imagine me hyper. Now grab hold of yourself and imagine me hyper ON DRUGS.

Don't put yourself through this again. Please. I always come out of this a lot better off than you do, and you know it.

Love,

S

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