One of my first college roomates had two big posters on her side of the room: marilyn manson and garth brooks. I made her move marilyn because I couldn't handle that face as the first thing I saw in the morning.
She had a thing for Garth. A serious thing for Garth. One day she told me how she was really his biggest fan (literally and figuratively) and how she would probably quit school early so that she could marry him.
Isn't he already married?, I asked, because I was pretty sure that he was. I thought they even had kids...She lunged towards me and she shot me with a death look. "He might be now, but he'd leave her for me. I'd kill for him."
Incidently, I went out and bought the most obnoxious School House Rock poster, a big smiley face poster, and a precious moments poster for her to look at every morning...
* This post was originally my comment on Nicolemart's blog (see Starboard), but after thinking about it I decided it was a good story and worthy of reposting here.
What's your best bad roomate story? I could go on this string for a long time.
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