slitting my wrists

and i found an internet cafe - java cat-5. thought i was in luck - free internet. could do some updates, check my email... unfortunately, all their computers ran on an old operating system and the browser wasn't compatible with much of anything on the internet these days. i would've had to update my blog strictly in HTML. not prepared for that kind of endeavour at this time; nor will i likely ever be.

three young kids were cursing up a storm at the computer next to me. a girl, maybe 16 yrs old, with a mohawk and lots of black make-up. and two other boys. all talking about sex and school and dumb things. miss mohawk kept calling herself emo. "but i'm emo. that's why i dress this way... i'm emo this... i'm emo that." she wouldn't shut up. i was gonna smack her or slit my wrists over my cup of coffee, but her two pals told her to "shut the fuck up" enough times that she finally conceded. then some other children started preparing to play some music. great! a teenage rock band! can't wait to hear!

decided i was not prepared for that kind of endeavour at this time either. i split.