Tuesday, 11 October 2016

Bugger.

Found out our new flatmate is Ex-Cobra and a drunk like I suspected. He is also a connaissance of K.

Which makes him unpredictable, potentially dangerous and certainly not s.o. I wanna hang out with. Also, he STINKS- probably the booze or the cigs, hard to say. It is a specific smell I cannot put, but a disgusting one.

Frederik has had the People in room no. 3 by now, has got an offer to take over a friend's flat for the Price of a single room, and will move out end of the month. It's a beautiful flat and he deserves it. But for me, this is bad News altogether. Seems like I never find rest.

So I've decided to

1. get a key to my room and the common room in front of it, for night times.

2. organize people to cuddle, sleep over and protect me whenever I Need that.

3. move all my stuff into my room.

Military People. I know NOONE who is active or ex Military and who is sane. Most have extreme personality or mood disorders, or addictions. Or combinations of the both. And the worst part is their insane, mostly s/m based, sex life. Love Looks differently, just saying.

With the exception of my two soulsisters, who are Ultra straight like me, None of them is someone I want to be Close friends with. Ok, Gora was interesting. (And someone Ex Jagdkommando in 2013). But essentially he fucked around like the others.. so it's good we never dated. I really liked him, and I hope he is good wherever he is.

I gotta get going.