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Dont' tell me evil is gone for good?! Why?


Thought I'd send this one out to illustrate once more, just how phenomenally stupid my roommate is, and why I've been desperately awaiting the big move!

I'm was one day away from moving. I've been as happy as a clam for the past week knowing that my time with the crazy bitch is coming to an end. I told the psychopath Wednesday that I was leaving this week-end, and informed her last night that I had cancelled our internet service as of this Saturday. I officially put my Sympatico account on suspension, b/cuz I'm not sure if I'm going to keep it or look for an alternate service provider when I move to Wellesley.

She seemed fine with everything last night. I explained to her that she would still have phone and cable access (I will be depriving myself of these services for one week just to be fair to her!) and she seemed fine with the arrangement. Well, this morning I wake up to her yelling over the phone, probably to the Teletubby. She comes out of her bedroom in tears just minutes before I'm getting ready to leave, wiping her eyes and trying hard to compose herself. She then proceeds to go into this big melodramatic diatribe about how this internet cancellation is really impacting her job search, and how upset she was about the lack of communication regarding the ISP cancellation. She didn't understand why I assumed cancelling services was ok without consulting her first.

My blood was boiling. I felt my entire body shake when I began to explain my reasoning for doing so. I told her that cancellation was supposed to be effective this Saturday and that I didn't mean to immediately cut her off from services. So she continued to prattle on about our agreement to share things at which point I was ready to slam her fucking head against the wall. I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to call her a fucking crazy bitch to her face. She has been unemployed for nearly three months now because she is a psychotic and lazy cow who doesn't want to grow up. She just recently started re-applying for jobs online, yet I am now being held responsible for impeding her job search. She said she had a laptop computer in her room, which I had pretty much forgotten about because she's fucking relied on my workstation all this time! So to calm her down, I told her I'd call Smypatico when I got off work today and have them reconnect the internet. She thanked me for it, but kept babbling about how she had to make "alternate arrangements" in the mean time. Library or internet cafe seems obvious to me, but I guess when you're completely insane your brain just doesn't process logical answers.

So the melodrama continues out the door and to the elevator. I didn't know whether to laugh or scream, I probably could have done both. It's just phasing her now that I am leaving and taking everything with me, and she made some sort of guilt-trip comment like "I'm not even going to have a kitchen table to eat off of." Or pots and pans to cook with, or glasses to drink from, etc. I didn't realize it was my responsibility to make sure she had a frying pan to cook with. I guess she'll have to go out and buy her own fucking shit!!!

And that is how my Friday morning started. Had it not been for work, I would have pursued the argument further because I really wanted a fight. Later that night when she returned home, we had a "civil discussion" about the terms of our living arrangement. She had been on the verge of a breakdown for days, and the thing that finally set her off was the fact that I had packed away my can opener. Yes ladies and gentlemen, this is what sent her into a crying fit!!! She started talking about our agreement to share things, and she felt it was my obligation to provide her with all the neccessities b/cuz she moved in on the premise that we'd be sharing things. Uh...yeah...Once again, I felt myself getting worked up but managed to keep relatively cool. I calmly explained that she had been far too dependent on using my things, and that it was unrealistic for her to place such great expectations on a roommate. When I look for roommates, I look for people to share the rent with, not a freakishly needy 8 year old trapped in the body of a 33 year old!

I think she finally came to her a senses a bit yesterday just before my parents swung by to help with the move. She explained that she was feeling so much pressure from having to find a job and apartment, that seeing her home come apart was too much for her. She apologized for snapping and said it had nothing to do with me. No shit. Even though I still think she's a class A nutjob, we parted on civil terms and from what I can tell, there's no more hostility on her part.

I spent last night in my new place and it was amazing! The reality of living alone still hasn't quite sunk in yet. I think it won't hit for another few days, as I'm still in the midst of cleaning the space and organizing my items. I picked up a new black leather couch and table from IKEA last night and it looks killer. Once everything is in place, my apartment is gonna look like a rockin' IKEA show room!

I hope all of you had a great week-end and enjoy the week ahead!