If I were a boy...

I've been having problems lately with those of the opposite gender. Those caveman like beings called males. Ugh. *Shudders*

For once I'd like to just go up to one and just tell their ear off.
Because I'm angry. With every single one of them.

I'm angry with the ones that are so achingly gorgeous that they think they can get anything they want, so the day that they don't their angry and insecure so they decide to try and seduce a poor fourteen year old girl into doing things she doesn't want to for the sake of their ego. I cannot stand those boys and quite frankly if one does happen to come on the trip to Fall Creek Falls this week like I hear he is he may not make it home in the same condition he left if I have my way.

Pray that I don't have my way. That wouldn't be good.

I'm angry with the lazy boys who don't do anything with their lives, but play video games, eat cold pizza, and watch endless marathons of Star Wars, the classics. Who don't bother to shut the toliet seat when their done or flush the commode. Who refuse to clean when asked and seem to be blind to mess. And THEN leave unexpectedly when told that if he didn't get his lazy monkeys butt up that he'd have to clean the bathroom, leaving me to clean the whole house BY MYSELF. Or face the wrath of the man we call Father.

Ugh. Men.

Like Hannah Montana says, "You guys aren't good for anything except changing tires... and coming downstairs with a bat when we think we hear something."