My roommate is a disgusting, dirty hamster.
Maybe I've just become accustomed to living with one person I get along great with, but...
When it is FORTY DEGREES outside, all four of the windows do not need to be open. Not only is there now an infestation of lady bugs crawling about, but the house is fucking frigid. I know that her heart is really just a chunk of ice, but this is getting ridiculous. When me and the other roommate are sitting there in sweat pants, a hoodie, and under multiple blankets while trying to watch TV -- well, there is a problem. Stop turning off the heater when we leave, because I swear to God when I leave this weekend, I will take my milk and put it on the counter, close the windows, and BLAST THE SHIT OUT OF THE HEAT. She will have to live in that stench all weekend, the stupid bitch.
I understand her boyfriend has bedbugs and needed a place to crash. But seriously, it has been a month. I like him more than I do you, but he needs to start paying rent or something. Not just freeloading off us while he showers, does laundry, and uses the internet. He's not helping with anything -- instead leaving his syrupy plates on the kitchen table, with the sticky fork stuck to the table. What, was he born in a freakin barn?! DO THE DISHES!
When the trash can is overfilling and climbing up the wall, stinking up the place, she just SHOVES in her tenth pizza box instead of taking it out.
Then when me and my roommate confront her with the issues, because according to her if we just tell her the problems she will fix them, she FREAKS OUT and starts sobbing! For christ's sake, get a hold of yourself! Don't be so sensitive to criticism, you stupid betch.