First Year At Uni
We shall call this particular housemate J, for that is the first letter of the name Johannah.

Johannah...was er...different. Nothing really malicious in her (I thought)And generally we got on ok, had a bit of a laugh etc... being in to the same types of music, we got on. She was a veggie, and is a bit of a germ-o-phobe, but that was ok, because it meant the flat was kept tidy.

Fast Forward to about three weeks before the end of term. I was er....having relations with a girl who was not eactly single. Johannah, for no unprovoked reason at all decided to, in a drunken haze (apparently) txt the fella of said girl and tell him. Now ok, I wasnt exactly in the right in this situation, but what she did was just down right evil.

Now I thought Johannah and I were friends. Oh how wrong was I? I started to ignore her. After about two days she asked me "why?"- At this point another housemate decided to shut her room door for fear of her ears about to bleed. I shouted the place down- not in a viscious way, more in a really annoyed way- and I told her what I thought of her.

So we stop talking for the rest of our time together, and then oneday I get home after work to find my WET clothes on the floor. Before I went to work, I put the clothes in the washing machine, and set it to dry as well (note: I worked in a pub, and was on a 3 hour cover shift- including drying time, the was took about 2 hours anyway)I looked in the washing machine, surprise surprise as Cilla would say- Johannah's clothes are in there. All clean, and dry. grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Rather petty looking back at it, but I took her clothes out and stroon them across the floor. put mine back in. and sat there. not in a demonic way, more in a "I want to see the look on your face" way.

Then things really deteriorated between us. It started with her putting my dirty plates from the night before outside my room door(remember I said I worked in a pub- washing up at 3am was not a priority to me) so when I walked out of my room I would kick/step in it. So I got my own back- cooking all kinds of smelly meat (bacon, mince, lamb etc....) all the time. I dont think ive ever eaten so many bacon sarnies before then, or since.

Eventually, she mopved out, as did I, due to our contract expiring. Ive since found out that around the time lady x was having an affair with yours truely, Johannah was having an affair as well. Lady X and I are still friends, Johannah is still rotting away up north somewhere.

Oh, and she used to carry her makeup around in a TOOL BOX. A FUCKING TOOLBOX!

length- the cause of an affair. you decide.
(drain_bamaged, Tue 10 Apr 2007, 14:31, Reply)