I am free! So my fat flatmate and I have finally parted ways and gotten our own apartments. I'm celebrating the end of the era by going on a long bike ride followed by a short run. No more greasy stains on the kitchen walls. No more crumbs and sugar all over the kitchen table. No more disgustingly overbuttered cakes  baked and offered to be shared every time I talk about loweing my bf%. No more listening to he complaining about joints/back/bowels/lack of love while she's wearing a nightgown short enough to show her humongous 270lb arse when she leans over (I still hear about it online, but without the vomit-inducing visual).  Guys/gals, I'm free! Never live with a fat.