I am thoroughly considering that she may have had crackhead sex in my bed.

Last year I had two roomates. One was a vegan chick who was pretty cool and studied all the time. The other was a senior.

Our building doesn't let us have pets so of course the senior had to get a rabbit. Of course it would scratch the hell out of me and eventually ate my computer microphone-for which I recieved of course no compensation. But w/e I was pretty chill back then so I put up with it, the rabit was kinda cute anyway.

But then things with the senior began to get a little shady. So she never bought any milk or OJ and I asked her to pay me or to buy it herself, which she gave me 5$ for once. And then one day I come out of my room to find her chugging my OJ out of the bottle. Her response to my stupified expression was, "Ya caught me!" followed by a long stream of giggles.

I told her not to do it and made up a story about how I had a terrible mouth disease and that her jaw might fall off. She believed it and again resorted to simply pouring it into my glasses...four of which she managed to break about 2 months after I bought them since she decided they were a great place to scramble eggs in.

So one drunken night of hers (there were many) she told me that she used to be a crackhead, went to rehab and that she still loved to smoke pot and that coke was still a temptation that she had to avoid. So you can imagine my surprise when I came home and my door was off the hinges.

So I cautiously step through it and notice her pants on the floor-unoccupied with a mysterious white poweder next to them. There was also beer spilled all over my keyboard so that I had to tip it over to let loose the half of bottle it contained and beer also spilled all over my desk.

My bed which was previosuly made was also a shambles of blankets and covers. There is a bob marley CD in my computer and I am thoroughly considering that she may have had crackhead sex in my bed. I decided to wash those sheets before bed.

I tell her about it in the morning, she claims she has no memory of it and stares at me dumbfounded when I hand over her pants. She pledges never to do it again. However almost every day she is in my room (I can't lock it because she broke the door on my computer, printing tons of stuff out with no compensation after I repeatedly told her to use the free computers downstairs.) Okay I'm really laid back but I was getting fed up.

So crackwhore overhears me talking to my mom about her antics. My mom advises me to get my door fixed (which I do) and I begin locking it. Then the bitch has enough audacity to say, "Oh no better lock your door, I might steal something!"

The years almsot over so I decided to ignore her until she graduated and left. Of course her bf had to come up and they both got drunk had loud ass sex and then overturned ALL the living room furniture in the process and broke off the face of one of the drawers.

My revenge was leaving the apt before she did and telling the landlord that all the problems were her fault-which they were and having her pay for them all.