I rarely write about my flatmates L and Anders, thinking that I see them very often. I guess it’s because we don’t really do so much interesting things together. We’re all very different from each other, we don’t even eat together because we have really different tastes. The only thing we’ve ever done together, except from going out, was sitting on our computers on the same table, lol.
But even though we are so different and have like zero common interests, I feel the three of us is doing great together. We share this weird kind of bizarre humor and we all have a lof of self-irony, which I think might be the main reason of why I can manage to live with these people. We haven’t had any drama and it seems we’re all happy about how things work. I’m very lucky with my flat mates.
Another reason for why I don’t write so much about them is that L is kinda stupid and want me to write about how ~handsome, smart, cool and funny~ he is all the time. He also want me to give him stupid nicknames, which I refuse to give him. That’s why he’s only referred as L in my blog. Anders… Well, he don’t mind being in the blog – but I have no idea about what to write because we don’t do anything together that’s worth writing about. I could have shared all the crazy conversations we have, but I doubt that any other than us would understand so I’ll just drop that.
Or… I guess I can share a few pictures Anders and I took long time ago (08.05.12), when we did some serious cleaning around our apartment before summer.