dragonlady7

andreas: me and gunnar and some friends are hanging around the apartment (drunk) and thought we weoudl call you...

Characters: Andreas, Gunnar, and Lars, and Ingrid from Trondheim.

They are not as drunk as Andreas and Gunnar were last time. Skype is also not as reliable as it was last time. Also, the participants are a) not as drunk, and b) more distracted.

They can't believe I'm home alone on a Friday night. "You can't be related to Andreas and not have a social life!"

Skype keeps cutting out. It's way less cool than it was last time.

Now Andreas is speaking Norwegian with the others. Sex slow-mo hire! I have no idea what that means but it's more entertaining to pretend I do. Arusuga lielie! Gunnar puter argar! Yaya.

Me: "I don't have anything bizarre to write down this time."
Andreas: "Well. Just to contradict the incredible drunkenness that we posted last time." [a pause] "You're actually typing this, aren't you?"
Me: "Maybe."
Andreas: "That's a yes."

I need to move to Oslo. Except there's no money there either. The sun has begun to come up again, though! It's up by 7:30 nowadays. "But I'm not," Andreas added.

I need to start a site to get people to donate money to me so I can run away to Europe. I'd keep a really pretty photo-diary... you could subscribe... it would be awesomeness all over...

And monkeys might fly out of my butt...