couple's skate, anyone?

found these sweet blades in my hotwater heater/fusebox room. they're pretty nast. i tried to squeeze my foot in one, but then thought it was better not to after i heard and felt a mystery crunch. gross.

but man, do i miss the days of riding the school bus to the den in monroe every second friday of the month. riding with the kids from pec. always hoping, never succeeding, in getting a hand up my flatchested shirt or slobbery smooching some pimplenosed four eyes nerd like myself. back then, kids with bowl haircuts and oversized nike 'just do it' shirts were cool. i was not.

i was perhaps even more painfully awkward than dawn weiner of welcome to the dollhouse. she at least had that one druggy poor kid who got mad when she called him stupid bc he had a retard brother wanting to 'rape her' after school by the dumpster. i just had giant oversized pickles for 60 cents and flourescent glowsticks and belly shirts. man, did i get a rise out of the 'crazy skate,' though.

anybody wanna take me rollerskate/blading? i'd so thrive at a blacklight rink now. these days, some fifteen years later, i can finally pride myself on being one of the 'cool kids.' plus, it'd be pretty kewl to finally score a hand up my shirt.

now i just gotta pick me up some sweet new blades.