so i thought i should write about how it is here - here at my very own home. at least a short insight.

yes, that may not be that interesting either. but guys, i live with another girl!

two girls in one apartment, we are both relativly hot, have boobs and a LOT of pillow fighting going on.

let's start at the start. uh? anyway, so i live in a German city, sometimes called the "student-city" for the obvious reasons. lots of students and a huge university. here i study law/legal justice, or whatever the English name is. i just started and it's hard already, but i love it. when i got here, i had to get my own apartment! because this crappy town is expensive - very expensive - i had to bury the idea of an own flat and moved in with annette, 22 years old, sport student, c-cup, athletic and exactly as poor as i am.

other than that she is pretty much everything i am not. open minded, sporty, loves beer and sometimes she burps. so imagine me, shy, black humour that makes little children cry, really not into sport and just out of the parents house for a short-felt minute.

coming to the big city, meeting annette... it was like moving from a cave to japan. everything was weird and luminous.

we got close pretty fast... talk about everything. from 'Greece is ruining the euro', to 'i hate shoe shopping' to 'i saw your vagina when you got out of the shower, why is it shaved?'

annette is helping me getting into the modern world. party, having fun but being careful while doing it and so on. she also got me to drink beer in front of the tv and while watching men kicking against a round object. football. okay, it was fun - i admit, but the beer made it that, i guess. by the way, that was when the pillow fighting started - now you are surprised that there really was pillow fighting, huh?

we talked about what men would think if they could see us (girls, beer, football. not the usual combination) from there we somehow ended up talking about male-fantasies and why men are so into pillow fights? to be honest guys, that fantasy is just retarded.

nevertheless we were drunk, giggled, tickled and i somehow picked the pillow up and hit annettes face. i laughed like a crazy person. annette wasn't. she was screaming. the zipper hit her under the eye.

after two bags of ice and a little blood we decided not to go to the hospital. i tucked her in and cleaned up.

i love my roomie!!

 and sorry that no one was naked.