Trapped

Heck! Malevolent, malodorant son of a grumpy, grungy weasel - it's happenin' again: I wanna skate but I don't wanna go out.

I mean I really wanna, the damn weather is nice, I'm awake enough to stand on that damned board without collapsing like a damnsel in distress - hell, there probably won't even be kiddies out there at this time of the hour, annoying and disturbing me to the tilt. But on the other hand I really don't wanna. Don't wanna mobilize. Don't wanna go out in the cold. Don't wanna fall on my ass again. Don't wanna shower afterwards. Fuck it.