SHRED OR DEAD

People keep telling me they don’t like what I named her (Maggie, short for Magenta), but I like it. She’s a pal, I just wish I could play with her more, and we had a bigger apartment. But she’s sweet and sleeps on my bed just about every night. I think she might like TRH better though. Too bad he’s a douche.

Me and the douche went skating for a little bit tonight. Some RAW STREET SHIT. Where he did a little wallride, I got a photo (hopefully avec sweet shadow), and then we got kicked out. Hurray!

Also, I went to the hospital today, spent three hours there because there was something stuck in my eyeball ferreals. But by the time I went to the walk-in clinic, had them tell me to go to the hospital, and then actually saw the doctor, it must have fallen out because he couldn’t find anything. Now my eye is just really sore because it had some like scrapes on it, but I can’t see the little bit of crap I could see in it earlier, so I guess it’s gone.

Uhhh. Yeah. I’m tired, but I’m pretty stoked because the forecast for Vancouver for then next visible days on the Weather Network are ALL SUNS.