Ack
Crazy obsessive-compulsive bitch with a cleaning obsession. Hoovered three times a day, especially if there were any signs of walking on the carpet. You couldn't leave a shampoo bottle on the side of the bath, no, it had to go in the cupboard, and there was an order in which towels had to be hung up to dry. Of course, you never knew about thousands of little rules until you actually broke them and she was ready to throw you out. She kept spying on me and declared my room to be something out of Grime Scene Investigation because I hadn't made the bed and had some books lying on a table. I had to start locking the fucking room, but after that she tried to peer through the curtains. Problem was, her dad owned the flat so she even invited him over to look at the horrible messy bastard. And she had at least three mates in every fucking night, playing shite music right outside my room and smoking weed until 4AM. And then had the gall to bitch to me about sleeping late and missing classes, when even earplugs didn't help with the noise outside (of course, she didn't even have a job or go to uni, but this didn't matter because obviously she was a Much Better Person than the filthy quiet geek she'd been forced to share accommodation with). You pretty much couldn't go to the kitchen or loo or bathroom for fear of doing *something* wrong. The amount of psychological terrorising was just ridiculous, I ended up having a nervous breakdown and getting thrown out of uni because the bitch did my head in. Why didn't I move out immediately? It was in a small-but-ridiculously-popular city with no chance of finding a place to live in, even the psycho hut took me months to find. Argh.
(Auntie Dalek molester extraordinaire, Fri 6 Apr 2007, 21:04, Reply)