Sorry, this is WAY bloody long.
Still recovering slightly from my last housemate ... thanks to that experience, she definitely WILL be my last housemate.
She wasn't as bad as some of the nutters others have posted about, but still terrible to live with.
I lived and worked with her for 2 years, seven months, and nine days (but, who was counting?), due to the fact it was company accommodation and I didn't know enough Japanese to get my own place.
If she's reading this, she'll know it's about her. Finally, she'll have something tangible to cry and whinge about!

EXTREMELY FUCKING LONG list of highlights included (and this isn't even all of it!):
Pissing in the shower. You could SMELL it, I didn't need to see her doing it!
Never cleaning the shower, but bitching me out for leaving hair in the drain.
Picking the hair out of the drain, separating her hair from mine, throwing HER hair away and leaving MINE sitting on the edge of the bath.
Turning the kitchen tap on EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I had a shower, so I got scalded. Kitchen was on the other side of the wall from the shower, so it's not like she didn't know I was in there.
NEVER attempting to be quiet when I was sleeping. I've lived with so many shift-workers, I'm automatically quiet whenever someone else is home, sleeping or not, so I found this irritating.
Cooking natto (fermented soy bean crap), which smells like homeless people's feet, thus making everything in our apartment, including my hair and clothes, smell like homeless people's feet.
Eating natto, as well as other nastiness, and stinking up the toilet with a lingering stench that defies description.
Never cleaning the toilet. Stuff from her cursed innards would be splashed onto the floor, too.
Having an aroma that was equal parts natto/feet, cheap scent, unwashed underwear, and the desperation of someone who will bang anything, anywhere, but still can't get anyone (apart from her toothless, pervy-looking boyfriend). Even after she moved out, her smell lingered in her room. Incense, airings, Febreeze and smoking wouldn't budge that stench.
Being an alcoholic, leaving empty wine bottles and beer cans in the kitchen, then bitching me out for not taking them out on bin night.
Being the most self-centred, obnoxious, immature, unintelligent, emotionally unstable person ever in existence.
Causing trouble at our job with accusations that I was shagging a co-worker.
Bringing home her toothless, pervy-looking boyfriend, letting him jizz on the couch, on MY couch cover, not cleaning it up, and not telling me about it until after I'd sat on it countless times.
Walking into the house and talking non-stop, for hours, about her petty bullshit, no matter what I was doing (on the phone, watching TV, sleeping...)
Telling a very upset me that my niece dying was EXACTLY as bad as when her parents divorced (when she was 22...), then spending ages crapping on about that, when I was trying to phone my family to GRIEVE.
Turning all my problems into an excuse for her to bitch about HER problems. Her comfortable, trouble-free background was SO much worse than ANYTHING anyone else has ever gone through. Boo fucking hoo.
Never washed her dishes in the whole time I lived there. Just rinsed them quickly with water, then left them on the draining board. Then bitching about me leaving, like, a fork in the sink.
Doing shit like cutting herself with a beer can, because I went drinking with my friend, and she didn't like people being happier than her or some shit.
Crying for attention, usually when I'd been out doing/was planning to go out to do something more interesting than being a self-absorbed, whiney cow like her.
Taking up 90% of the fridge with her nasty-smelling food and booze, taking up all the dining table with her crap,leaving just CRAP everywhere, then bitching if I left something small, like a lighter, somewhere.
Stressing me out so much, I would dread going home, and usually end-up going boozing. Even after she moved out, I'd start having a mini-panic attack around the time that she would normally come home.
Suddenly being my best friend and buying me cakes, chocolate etc whenever I lost weight.
Telling my friend that *I* was grotty to live with.
Moving out whilst I was at work, and leaving the apartment covered in her crap that she didn't want to take with her (not just possessions, but boxes, garbage, bubble wrap etc).
Being so horrible, my mate made a special countdown calendar, so that we could both cross off the days until she moved out.
Being so horrible, it's 12 days away from being a year since she moved out, I live in another country, and I still fucking hate the bitch!
If you share with someone who sounds like this ... and you live in Hokkaido ... and teach English ... yes. It's her. Move NOW! Don't end-up writing Una-bomber-length diatribes about her long after the bitch has left your life ... like me ...
(Celerydemon, Fri 6 Apr 2007, 15:56, Reply)