dear bradford pear trees,
you bloomed a week ago, and i was happy... because you did not smell. i thought that maybe i had avoided the nostril raping this year.
i walked out of my apartment today to go to class, and i was greeted by a gust of warm air. i breathed in deep, to enjoy the warmth of spring... and immediately began choking.
....i fucking hate you.
i told you!
they make me almost believe there is a god. what better punishment could there be for someone that doesn't believe in you than a tree that smells like rotting ass that makes everything you eat for a month taste like rotting ass?
last year it got so bad, i actually tried spraying the tree with febreeze.