You're A Cow

I feel annoyed whenever I think about you. I feel like confronting you. I feel like pointing out your flaws. I feel like being a bitch to you. I don't really hate you but if there were a survey on how I felt about you, I'd shade the Strongly Dislike And Feel Like Having A Shaolin Showdown With. I feel like putting my hamster in your hair. I feel like punching you and have man fights with you during dance class like I do with Hannah, except hitting your knuckles won't be an accident. I wish we were neighbours so I could pee on your doorstep and ring your doorbell every other second to annoy you. I would also throw rocks at you as you pass by, small rocks so you'd think they're beetles. I feel like making everybody hate you because I do. I feel like accidentally stepping on your toes when you comment snidely at my blue toenails. I feel like hitting my trombone slide into your face. I feel like slapping your uh-glay face when you are rude and look oh-so-superior! I feel like this is getting too personal and blogging about you is mean(like you), so when you're ready to take me on(which probably won't be anytime soon) I will be ready for you, you smelly cow. (Ha. Eat My Grass) And I know that you know that Hula&Co. definitely knows "the grass is always greener on this side!"