When I was 17 years old, I was an avid romance reader. I'd sneak all of my mother's Harlequin novels and lock myself in my bedroom and just absorb all of it's cheesy, dramatic, goodness. So when I started dreaming of this dashing, young fellow in a breezy, ruffled, white shirt (think Fabio or whatever any man on a…

In college, I lived with a girl who I had known since birth. She was basically like my cousin. I knew she was quirky and cheap, but I didn't think about what that meant in roommate terms. Well. First, she had pets that she didn't take care of. I ended up adopting both her cats when we split up. But the cats were fine…

Oh please. I was everyone's 'worst roommate ever.'