Dumbass Hippie

As everyone here, I live with a changing number of flatmates. It's kinda fun cause you never know who you meet in the breakfast table (sometimes there's a person you've seen them in the metro, sometimes you know you've danced with them, sometimes you've...) Sometimes there's a lot of people I've never met before and that was the case on Tuesday morning also.

I stayed a calmful week alone in our flat as my mates went to visit their homecountries. However, I were not alone anymore as my flatmates dumbass hippie friend turned up... He seemed to be pretty colourful personality. First he managed to lock me out of the house before almost breaking my broadband trying to install it to his apple despite me saying several times it's not going to work. Then he decided to give my mobile number to his family who started calling me in the middle of the night. He's here for an interview for this art school, but apparently managed to screw that up as well.. Have to admit, am not exactly sorry for him.

The hippie left this morning. He was almost an hour late but he had better made the flight as there is no way he's staying at our place ever again. Yesterday tally was drinking my coke and beers, eating my ketchup, and unhooking our phone and finally trying to bum £20 to get to the airport (tough luck)...

Today I can go out to enjoy the sun shine as I do not need to be afraid to find my flat completely destroyed when I come back... It's a beautiful feeling.