| 3rd Feb, 2010 @ 14:51 Writer's Block: Roommate from Hell |
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Oh Gods, loads. One, P, wasn't too bad herself, she was reasonably polite despite the fact that would never wash up or clean the communal rooms. The real nightmare was her boyfriend, who would make horrid roaring noises during sex. Her room was next to mine and the walls weren't that thick. Another one, S, was just a moody, miserable, annoying cow. We clashed terribly. Everything about me annoyed her and vice versa. Her boyfriend worked overseas, but when he was here he would make himself very much at home which was quite aggravating. I got so pissed off with her at some point that I put laxative in her milk carton. I know, I'm an evil bitch. Another one, J, was very loud and often treated the house as a hostel for her many friends, which was super irritating (dirty crockery, wet towels and you don't know who's been using them, noise...). She wasn't a champion for personal hygiene (stinky feet) and cleanliness. Every time she took a bath she'd forget to rinse the tub afterwards, leaving a thick rim of soapscum and hair inside. I wasn't sorry when she was made redundant and had to move back with her family. Alas, the crown for my worst ever flatmate has to go to L. An aspiring singer, L was the dirtiest, messiest, most selfish person I've ever met. She didn't wash much and permanently stank of sweat, she would never wash up or clean, she was loud and inconsiderate and soon at loggerheads with the neighbours, she didn't work so hardly had money for bills and other household expenses and had violent shouting matches with her boyfriend... sometimes in the middle of the night. When she moved out, she asked the landlord to keep her deposit as her last month of rent, which the he unwisely accepted, and then vanished without paying her last share of gas, electricity AND phenomenal phone bill which included her lenghty calls to America and Australia. Luckily though, I also have many lovely flatmates... but that's for another Writer's Block I suppose :-)
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