My ghost

I live in a girl's room who is on holidays. It is so wierd living someone else's life. I eat her food (she said it was OK) I hang out with her flatmate (he is emo), I read her books. Some are good, like feminist books and travel books. I have also found some funny books (Cosmo sex positions guide and a volume of Ayn Rand plays). I get her mail (a newsletter from her posh private school), and I get her debts (she didn't leave money for any bills that arrived after she left but for which she was responsible). I laugh at her (she has a sparkle garden for goodness' sake, this is a collection of disco balls hanging in the garden, it is so ugly!); she is super-organised with little clear boxes for everything, and I am sometimes sad for her (she has a few books on how to deal with break-ups). I sleep in her bed, but I reject her sheets because they aren't Sheridan (I seriously hate cheap sheets). Even though I know her more thoroughly than many other people in my life, I have only met her once. I didn't like her all that much actually, she seemed too into being a vegan.

the athiest game

I was in the pub with my friends on Saturday night. I was talking about athiesm with my friend Log, who is an athiest too. I said that you can tell who is definitely an athiest, or definitely not an athiest, just by their appearance. He didn't believe me at first. But I was totally right! Log asked me to pick out a person who was definitely not an athiest. I picked a sort of simple, happy looking guy and bingo, we asked him the question and he said he was a Lutheran. Then we tried it again with about three other people. They were all either athiests or not athiests, whatever we said they would be. It was amazing! Basically how to do is it that people who have big dark rimmed glasses are athiests (this does not work on pictures from the 50s, when all people had big dark rimmed glasses, like Billy Graham)
Try it at at a pub near you!