XOXOXO

I am sick of people sending me text messages and online comments that end with their name and “xxxxxxxxx” or “xoxoxoxoxoxoxx” or some other combination of the letters that spell out the name of a castrated male bovine. I know your name already, it’s right there next to your display picture, and if I wanted the film rating guide for a vio­lent porn movie to vomit in my inbox, I would have asked for it in the first place. Say what you want to say then get out, without dec­lar­ing your hugs and kisses. I know it’s hard, and I know the world needs more love, but it makes you look like a twelve-year-old Twilight fan.

Love always. xxxoxoxoxooxxxxxxxoxoxxooxxo