Men

Oh my freakin' god, could the men whine anymore tonight? The night was fine otherwise, a relatively pleasant Friday all things considered. Except for the men.

Jeezus they complained and bitched all night, and two of them go into an argument over the way one was too slow at sweeping and the other didn't know how to mop correctly. For the love of god.

And if one more man tells me I need to behave, I need to calm down, I need to watch my language I will fucking kill him. It will be a cold day in hell before I act according to the dictates of what's "correct." The more you tell me to behave the louder and more obnoxious I'm going to be. And I'm certainly not going to listen to a guy that tells me to behave in the first sentence and pleads for me not to hurt him in the second. Wusses all of them.

Sheesh, I sound like a man hater but I'm not. I just hate weaklings. I'm the very last person anyone should be scared of but they all are. It's ridiculous.

I think I'm almost traumatized

So I've been reading Peter Pan - I found it online and have slowly been working my way throught it. I've determined that Pan is a fucked up little brat that needs about ten years worth of spankings. Honestly, thus far there is little to no reason to like him at all. Hook has only just recently been introduced so I'm still uncertain as to him (except I about died laughing when the author described him as handsome with eyes the color of Forget-me-Nots). Smee is a sicko, but he's a cheerful sicko.

But my favorite part is where Peter Pan is watching over Wendy while she sleeps. It's not these two that interest me though. It's the fairies that just walk over Peter while he sleeps in a tree, stumbling and all because they're just returning from an orgy.

I thought this was primarily a kids book? What the hell is he doing writing about fairies going to orgies? I can just picture that one "Mommy, what's an orgy?" "Well darling, when a large group of people..."

I'm kind of afraid as to what's next.