Spirits, satan, pizza, awks

Bea, my little undercover ginger is one of my best friends from Kenya. My last term there we hung out all the time, everywhere. Of course that changed when Sweden happened. She lives too far away for that to be possible but close enough for us to meet up every once in a while. Yesterday was one of those days when we both were available to meet up. It had been months since I saw her last, so i almost at once, when I'd gotten home from bt's yesterday, re-packed my back, took the bus to malmö and then then long ass train to my little Betty boo!! When I walked off the train and saw her like ten meters away, I ran like the f***ing wind to her. That's how much I've missed her and all my Kenyan swedes. Her dad drove us to her place, we watched awkward, danced around her house, ate pizza and a bunch of junk food. Since we are both believers in ghosts, we decided to do a ouija board, and guess what, it worked! We got so scared that we decided to bring out the liquor and have them coming until we got bubbly and glad. I spent the night and today we have been laying on her coach like potatoes watching girl code. Good days.