Thank you, though, for so easily - casually - confirming and reminding me of what I find problematic about you.

I struggle for days to find an answer for you, then at delivery it is lost to quippy innuendo.

Jesus fucking shit I hate how sexual suggestion is spread out over loaves of conversation everywhere like sticky, sickly-sweet smelling goo. If you had any style this would be alright; but it's just goddamn tacky.

Just once, I'd like to get through a day without hating anyone.