
So, the day went on. Saturday around dinner time me and my beloved fiancé took a long biketrip to the other side of the city (just to make a trip somplace, I suppose), when my phone rang and I had my close friend Fredrik in my ear. He was in the city, they had driven Friday night, just to get a hung on the happening. So, I went to see him. It was really nice, since I havn't seen him for like half a year. Time really moves ahead of our own minds. Cheeze us, like I used to shout out loud instead of "Jesus!" (wicked misunderstanding which looped at age 4~13).
Anyways, now all those people are back up north, making the struggly worth it's wild. Every day, a new struggle. Oh lord, this town (my neighbourhood in particular) was left like it's been hit by a stroke of lightning. Yeah, glass everywhere! Damnit, I hate glass. I can't understand how I've managed to avoid having a flat tire, guess it's reaching in upon me, hrhr..
Anyways..
No Country For Old Men was a kick-ass movie with a superb ending.
So, the final question now..

Will I be able to skate in these shoes without wrecking the seams immediately? We'll see..
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