last night, misty queen and myself drank cheap red wine and paid a visit to nathan philip square ice rink. she's awful skater so i looked like a champ out there. every time she wiped out on her ass, i'd tell to go back to england. i took advantage of my flourishing sem-long hair and likely looked super sexy as it flowed carelessly in the bitterly cold december air. i wish the rink had mirrors all around so i could prove this claim myself.

i used to work at a skating rink and during the winter would purposely let my hair grow to attract the members of the finer sex as i patrolled the rink with authority and grace. it worked during masterfully that one new year's eve shift when a couple of drunken 16 year olds wandered about the ice rink. and i don't think my hair had little to do with it but teenage drunkeness.

there was also one girl, that came every couple of evenings between the hours of 7-8:30pm by herself and skated her cute ass off. we figured she was a figure skater judging by her attempts at all those jumps with weird names. she'd always make demands to clean the ice as it was not satisfactory for her. we'd comply because she was cute and the zamboni guy thought so as well and regardless of whatever he had to do, it would have to wait to please the pretty blonde. if the zamboni was ever down, we'd probably lick the ice clean for her. everyone was smitten by her graceful skills but none of the patrons of safety were able to even approach her. even the hair in the wind didn't do the trick. she just went about her skating and walked off. always our shifts ended at 10pm, so none of us could've gone after her. she was beautiful and i was in love and i think i'll write a song about it.

did i enjoy my three seasons in the public service sector as a patron of safety and fun. the girls, the perks, the affirmation that public sectors workers just have it better. this winter i should've gone to get that job back for the easy money and the easy girls. last night for like the 1,350,532 time i told misty queen how i wish skate patrol could pass off as a respecful career and how i'm ideal for all the responsibilities it carries.

i am reminiscing here. forgive me. my mood is everywhere today, much like the weather.

christmas is less than two weeks ago and i have yet to get anything for anyone. instead i'm being greedy and buying things for me me me me. like today, i got matt good's in a coma--if only for the acoustic tracks and the dvd--and bob dylan's no direction home. so this christmas if you get a cheap gift from me, take comfront knowing i get to listen to some decent music instead.