Living with a fat, soulless hypocrite Seeing all of these posts about roommates reminds me of the ONE time I lived with a fatty. I've had several roommates, some have sucked and some have been great -- but she was by far the worst human I had ever met. This girl is about thirty and my mother said she has probably always looked like a homely forty something year old. She had absolutely ZERO personality. She wasn't obese, but I have no doubt she will become so in time. I would say about 5'3 and ~160 lbs. I'm really bad with guessing that stuff though.  When we moved in together, we had zero furniture. I ended up furnishing the entire place (she never said thank you), and she would just sit in the living room, on my couch, using my table and watch television (the only thing that was hers). Her boyfriend frequently stayed the night (pig fucker. Honestly, a physically good looking guy until you discovered a. who he was fucking and b. his personality.) and they would sit on the couch together eating pizza. I never sat on that fucking couch ONCE while I lived there because that cow was always on it. I honestly think the cushion is so low now as a result of her constant weight on it. ONE TIME, just once, I asked her to walk my dog because I had to stay late at work. I even asked her to just let him out the front door because the poor thing was inside all day. Her lazy ass texted me saying she was going to be home late, too. Luckily, I got off about an hour earlier than expect so was only thirty or so minutes late, and guess who's ass was on the couch watching tv when I walked in? "Oh, twobyfour, I just got in, too."  Right bitch. I scowled at her and took my pup out for a nice, long walk. Anyways, we had another six months left on the lease before things escalated and I broke it and moved out. She kept the place at eighty something degrees, and we live in a tropical area. I was uncomfortable, my dog was suffering from the heat and my nose suffered from the piggy's smell. The area I live in is also prone to mold if you leave the air off and windows closed so it was bad for the apartment itself.  Side note: This bitch NEVER opened shades. She kept the place like a cave. It was depressing, stuffy and it smelled. My niece used to call her Gollum. I offered to pay the difference to keep the air at a reasonable level. This bitch told me it wasn't about the money, it was about protecting the environment?  WHAT!? I laughed and laughed and laughed in her face for a good minute before I could actually speak. Gluttony is bad for the environment. She does more harm with her eating habits than I do keeping the air at 76/77. When I finished laughing I looked at her seriously and said, "I expected you to say something like this. If that's the case, then why do you always bring home takeout in Styrofoam containers instead of bringing your own to the restaurant?" (Our fridge was full of plastic and Styrofoam boxes, my food was never even visible amidst the mountains of her garbage). She said that she USED to bring tupperware but hadn't done so of late. She was too damn lazy to bring a plastic container out to eat with her. The only truly remarkable part of the story is the fact that she had leftovers.   It's been a year since I last had to deal with her. I now live in a wonderful apartment on my own (over twice as expensive, but worth it). I also live next to a several mile long walking and bike path as well as a river with access to free kayak rentals and a SWEET ass gym. Life is good now.