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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel
well, probably not very entertaining, but really really unpleasant to live through. this was when i lived in San Francisco for a year, when i was 21. i think she actually was clinically insane, and before she finally moved out she made life really unpleasant in so many, many ways.  near the end she had her friends and family (whom i had never met, by the way) call me and threaten me with 1. lawsuits and / or 2. physical violence (i think there was even more than that, but it was a long time ago and luckily my memories of the whole debacle are rather vague now). i believe this was over the vitally important question of how to handle the transfer of the telephone line, which was in her name, to give you some notion of the scope of her lunacy.
on a more trivial scale, she used to heat the house by turning on the heat at maximum and then *also* turning on the oven at maximum and leaving the oven door open. i would get home and the place would be like a sauna. it was probably 40° in the living room. by the time i got from the front door to the kitchen (to turn off the damned oven) i would be sweating (even though i was shedding layers of clothing at every step), and it wasn't that long a walk. |
Pardon me??!! Thatīs insane. And frightening. Have you ever heard of her again? I know why I never shared an apartment with a room mate...