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Ok... so none of you know this but I have a room mate her name is Sasha.

Now when Sasha moved in she seemed nice. I mean... she seemed like a nice cool person and she didn't seem nuerotic or strange or as if she had any problems. She seemed a little ansy about a few things... she seemed as if she had a lil bit of drama happening but not too much. I found out she liked things to be clean and organised and I could live with her s**t being organised. I wasn't about to intrude on her life. Let her live and let me live and let us be ok with each other. I'm maybe not interested in being her best friend... I would like to be her friend. She seems nice and I really don't think anything bad about her...

So she assures me she won't be like that last room mate. She's nicer... she's cooler... etc...

She steals my poptarts. I Offer her one one day... and the next a few go missing... I don't think much about it since I did offer her some. I'm just trying to figure out if she ate one... or two... cause I can't remember how many I ate and I feel like a lil pudgekin and I want to know weather I ate more then I thought I did and I say "Oh I didn't think I ate that many" when I look in the fridge before I got her note. Latter after I got the note I ask her if she liked them since I know they're good and I did and I was trying to make conversation. So.. She apologizes for eating the poptarts saying she'll buy me more. I'm like ohh... you don't need to do that. she insists so I agree... I'm htinking oh how nice... to offer to buy me more because she just ate like one or two. I look in the fridge and the whole box is gone. Well my nice theory went out the window.
So my mom thinks I said she ate hot pockets... and so gets her to buy me hot pockets. I'm like ok... why am I also getting hot pockets...

So I talk to my mom thats cleared up I tell her to have them since she bought them she refuses I'm thinking oh nice again...

Ok now latter on... there is some sort of issue with cleaning the bath room. She wants it cleaned every week. I want it cleaned when I think it looks dirty (so not neat freak)
We have a meeting or something to figure this out where she tells me I know you hate me and blah blah blah... which I just find terribly funny since I don't HATE people... I may not like them or want to be around them but I can only hate you if I love ya baby and hello NO Sorry I don't love you! I have to care first... and I actually didn't feel anything bad towards her. She thinks I'm being passive aggressive with my comments about the poptarts WTF?

So yeah... wierdness trying to tell me how I feel. Trying to tell me I hate her? why would I. Then I found out that she used to be a thief and that she has been clean for only a short period of time. Which makes me a bit worried when she starts bringing a guy over to the house who allegedly as far as I'm aware is still doing drugs who's she's ******** in the house who's sleeping here and who was in my bath room really late at night doing god knows what? *paranoia paranoia* God I hate you so... but still the thoughts there that Maybe!

So she stops sleeping here... and starts sleeping with the guy... and being out all week and weekend... and gives her 30 days notice.

So she comes back... drinks my sprite from the fridge while getting everything out. She left 6 pairs of shoes and a few papers along with a bunch of dirty dishes which we own but thats Her mess... *ewwy*

So last night... Andrew is helping me clean my room (you don't know him but eh thats a different storry) He has decided to help me clean every week... and he decided to dump all my child hood toys which I have had forever and love and treasure and are the only links to my memories of child hood and innocent happiness before middle school when my life went to hell and I moved HERE. I mean... some of those I've been playing with since I was an infant. I used to make huge battles and these like quests and stories and drama and families and friends and enemies and just soo much! and he wants me to throw those memories away!

So in order for me not to reclaim my child hood he placed it in her room... so I wouldn't be tempted out of sight out of mind. Hers is the only spare room in the house they used to be in the closet but well... we cleaned the closet.
That was last night... This day about half an hour or two before writing this my room mate comes in randomly. I'm not expecting her I'm hanging out with my friend. I'm enjoying my life!
She goes to go upstairs and I apologize for the stuff in her room and she runs down stairs yelling at me... she's like yelling and screaming and insulting me. She goes outside and I am like WTF I said I was Sorry. Its a few boxes I needed a place to put them its not like she's sleeping there and well its for a day. It hasn't even been 24 hours since I first placed them there. she doesn't even take any of her crap with her she just leaves. She comes back in and is like well are you going to get it out of there and resumes screaming and insulting me. I finally tell her to shut the ******** up and go upstairs to pick it up. It takes me less then five minutes I'm DONE! She continues to yell at me and insult me and I tell her to shut the ******** UP already. I mean she's yelling at me to pick them up when I am reaching down and Picking the ******** boxes up is she a retard or something?
So That is done and she starts being like I'm not afraid of you or your mom if I was less controled I'd knowck your a** down... and some s**t about beating me up for my sass or something... like ******** her really...
She even threatened to call the cops on me. I'm like DUDE WHAT THE ******** DID I DO TO YOU?
I didn't threaten her I picked up boxes and moved them to my room? OOO thats soo threatening that you need to threaten me and call the cops on me... "I'm soo scarry I'm gunna drop a box on your foot" *le gasp* rolleyes

So I reply I really don't ******** care if she wants to hit me I really don't give a ********.
And so I'm doen and go back to talking to my friend and she stilll doesn't take any of her stuff with you. I mean at most it is a handful of stuff I don't know why its here in the first place since EVERYTHING else she owns is gone but shoes and a pile of scrape paper. Like really... a room devoted to that?
So on her way out I get threatened again... and was like I'm moving back in for the next tree weeks I paid for those months and I'm useing them. And like... something about hurting me or something... and I just remember her last statement... "you can consider that a threat if you want" or some such thing... like I mean... she was threatening to beat me up rofl

Like WTF PSYCHO... a fat blond psycho chick with a really bad temper who thinks that I hate her and stole my food and drink... THIS is one of the many many reasons I HATE drug ADDICTS and NA. If anyone has so little self control and has ******** up there life soo horribly that they NEED to seek help then I don't want them in my house!
I mean... my mom was bad enough trying to live with her when shes at her worst... I don't need some newly "recovered" fat whore living in my house.