Off With Their Heads
I am currently in one of those internet cafes within the village. I am surrounded by noisy, smelly, icky boys from the school in front of my house. And I am on the verge of doing a Queen of Hearts number on all of them.
I am in the middle of a severely painful time-of-the-month thing and their noise, their stench, and their crassness are mocking my sometimes-refined ways. And I need to finish whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing, so I can’t really leave yet.
Why is this country ridden with such cretins? I would like to slap them all silly. Who are their parents? Why are they allowing them to be here at this time of day on a school day?
I hate this village, I hate my house, I hate that school. I hate them all.
