Cold Blades Of Death

A week ago thursday was my anniversary. i think it was my 4th one but im not 100% on that. i came up with this really awesome idea to take my wife ice skating at glacier point. well as some of you may rememeber about a week ago thursday, we we in a total black out. and when i tried to find out aobut it on friday, well, glacier point was little more than a puddle of water. not very much fun. so i postponed it a week and we went last night. the last time i went ice skating i was in jr high. thats like 11 or 13 years ago. i remember that i used to be able to go really fast. unfortunately last night i forgot that that was all i could do. so as i laid staring at the ceiling after trying to do a fancy turn on the back of the skate. i decided to see who long it would take for the pain to go away. my ankles were in some sorta death grip by the skates at that time cuz all though i had remembered to bring an extra pair of socks, i didnt remember why until after i had already been skating for some time. extra padding. DOOT! we skated for about 45 minutes or so. watching the teeny boppers make asses out of themselves. they could skate better than me but they were still dumbshits. (i think its just sorta a general racism that i have towards teeny boppers, not really sure). by the 45 minute mark i couldnt withstand the pain anymore and niether could my wife. she was bitching about her ankles. mine hurt, but i hardly noticed em. my elbow hurt too but not a whole lot. the pain i was bitching about was that i could no longer feel most of my face due to the below fucking freezing temperature in there. i was smart enough to wear long pants and a long sleeved shirt, but i had figured that my face was far enough from the ice (well most of the time) that i would get cold. i kept my hands in my pockets 99% of the time so the were fine. plus that way when i got hard from looking at all the teeny bopper t&a i could adjust myself into a more comfortable position. i think teeny boppers would be fun to fuck but that would be about as long as i could deal with one. low charisma. oh almost forgot... the pain part. well we left when i took of the skates my ankles stopped hurting immediatly. as if they had never been in pain at all. my elbow still hurt a bit but it took a lotta damage in the fall. my face and ears hurt all the way until i got to the raven where it was nice and warm and some 800 year old carzy fat lady talked into them until they were nice and cozy and fucking sick of listening to the old coot prattle on about port huron and her fucking family and how shes got one bad ear and her legs hurt unless she walks funny. it wasnt an intereactive conversation. not like the guy at the vfw that we talked with about baseball and snipers. no she was more like jadyn when he wants something stupid. she would repeat herself until you acknowledged her and then move onto another horribly boring one way conversation. i almost did the "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" while flaing my arms and running at her but my new and improved 'think just a little bit before you act' thingamabob went off and said i probably would have given her a heart attack or knocked her off the balcony and either way if she fell becuase of me there would be lotsa damages to the floor and chairs and stuff on account of how fat she was and i cant afford that right now. i think that last sentence was what useless english teachers refer to as a runon. fuck useless english teachers. and fuck there useless english. eventually i got my chai tea and the crazy lady found some other people to annoy. the singer for the night was tj or jermy fioni or something like that. he was actually pretty good. more alternative then most of the people they get in there. i requested 3 libras but he said he wasnt good enough. so i continued smoking my primetime miniature cherry cigar and drinking my chai tea and eating my mac and cheese and then we left. i dont think anything else entertaining happened after that cept me pissing on my house cuz i was too lazy to take jadyns seat off the toilet. after which stacey comes outside and announces "whatcha doing? are yOU PISSING!?" at which point the nieghbors who had been sitting in the dark the whole time decided to get up and go back inside and hide themselves away from the crazy alternative youngster with the tattoos and piercings and long hair and who listens to all that crazy loud music, and that was currently was pissing on the house across the street. fucking old chicago nazis. i hate nazis. im gonna eat somethign a fucking wonderererful weekend ya'll. ~Couch.

"I'm a schizophenic. But I've always been so unpopular that the voices in my head won't talk to me. Instead they hold their own little conversations and leave me out of em. Bastards." ~JJJF