My moms over-charitable tendencies. That's what started this whole mess.
Basically, this all started when I was 13, when my genius of a mother decided that instead of hiring a professional gardener/ lawn mower, she was going to hire a group of 3 14 year old guys to do it as summer jobs. It was as a favor to her best friend, who was one of the boy's mother, who wanted the three boys out of her house.
4 years later, they still come over almost every day sans a couple day in the winter to take care of our lawn and garden. I can't stand even one of them.
Let's just say as of this morning, the twenty-third of June 2014, I hate my best friends. During an out of control game of Truth or Dare, I was dared to go flirt with the leader of my moms charity case group Dan, and then after five minutes of this, act like he offended me, and flip my shit while bawling.
I REALLY hate my friends.