Living the Good Life.

Today it’s five months – give or take a day or two – since I moved from the Hell-hole I live to the shared apartment where I live now. I share a spacious apartment with five other people, and it’s quite the diverse crowd. We’ve got a gay stage director and movie star who works all night and sleeps when I get up in the morning, a brilliant law student who flat out refuses to talk about her sex life (or maybe the lack of one), a very kind pharmaceutical chemist who makes sure we’re keeping it nice and tidy in the apartment, your average nerd – me – and a girl getting a Bachelor of Education at Steinerskolen. In a week or so, a sixth person moves in, but I don’t know much about him yet1.

Basically, I think this is one of the best shared apartments I could’ve lived in. The only better apartment would probably be one filled with nymphomaniac Playboy bunnies.

I don’t know much about the Bachelor of Education girl yet either, she actually moved back in today after having spent half a year in South Africa. That’s pretty damn cool. She’d taken a pile of photographs there, I’ll hopefully convince her to guide me through them some day. I’ve only talked to her a little, but she sure seems like a nice girl. Like all nice girls in the world, she’s got a boyfriend, and I just made friends with him by giving him access to our non-broadcasting, 63 byte WPA encrypted wireless Internet connection. I’m just too kind.

I had to send him the pass phrase via e-mail, which means that he knows the address to this site now. So, Bachelor-girl’s boyfriend, if you’re reading this, I hope you’re not offended by brilliant pictures of half nekkid women. Because that’s generally what the audience here came for:

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  1. OK, in case you wondered, I do know their names, I just don’t want to use them since I’ve not asked for their permission. Etiquette sucks monkey balls.

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  1. Maybe some day I’ll get around to add the rest of the residents to the cast section, but until then you’ll just have to use your imagination. Try not to picture them nude all the time.

    I’ve considered a comment feed, both the RSS and Atom post excerpts are quite popular. We’ll see.