Boys

I say boys because it appears to me that most men don't know how to be mature adults. From baling out hubs to the guy next to door, I could likely go insane! Guy next door, thinks I should be all peachy keen about his neo-Nazi attitude and swastika tattoo on his chest. Thinks things will be ok if he goes out an removes said tattoo. Not really. Then then the persistent requests for me to move into his new house he's building. I DON'T THINK SO! I'm happily living on my own here. Throw in the overly playful coworkers, joy and rapture. Throw in the highly up tight coworkers that could produce diamonds from out their arse. ARRG! Just felt the need to vent here, this seemed the place to do it!

T-Molly

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel...
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin