Aw, like father like daughter!

Holy shit - that girl was Gaslighting the shit out of you for her amusement. Good thing you got out of there before she turned you into a human-skin suit.

GODDAMNIT I DONT HAVE A COMPUTER AND I WROTE A WHOLE STORY AND GOT KINJA'd SO HARD.

Damn straight I bought the thing. I bought it going "OM NOM NOM I'm gonna eat as much fat as I want, bitch."

She had this weird thing going where she thought I was supposed to be less important than her and wrong in any disagreement we had, because I was a few years younger. It was exasperating.

This is the weirdest case of Warm Fuzzies that I've ever felt. How peculiar, and how sweet.

Is it bad that my takeaway from your story is that canned potatoes exist? Seriously, I had no idea! (Great story, but I'm still in stunned-face-mode about the canned potatoes.)

Oh, and we were still all too polite to say anything!

I might get this - I had saved up and made a rather decadent cake for my own birthday, and we all (lovely flatmates) had a slice, and saved half for the next day. Until one of said lovely flatmates unwanted guests (odd, vulnerable girl who stayed lots of nights, and we were all to polite to say anything) decided to…

One time at the college cafeteria I went to get some milk and said, "Hey, don't touch my cake!" because it's just what you say, I didn't think my friends would actually eat it. I came back and they had cut it all up into tiny crumbly cubes and were giggling because it was SO FUNNY that they had ruined my cake but…

If I remember correctly, I think the party was at her house. The friend lived somewhere else, so Claire kept the cake. And I'd just like to clarify there was LOT left, and Kim only had a small piece.

Canned potatoes? Really?

That is beautiful.

I had a roommate who was by no means my worst roommate, and for my birthday she decided to make me a cake, which was awesome. But, she wanted to share the cake with our neighbors before she actually gave it to me, so what she gave me was a cake... with a giant piece cut out of it.

oh, she got the job.

I was in a sorority and lived in the sorority house for three years. The first year, we didn't have enough girls to fill the house so we found sub letters to share with us. 2/3 of them were fine. The third. Oh god the third.

I once had a roommate who was quite messy and to the point where we eventually found mushrooms were growing under his bed. But I think my worst roommate was a girl I lived with in my freshman year in college. I was a small-town girl, thousands of miles from home at an Ivy League school, feeling like a total…

Can you take this to small courts?

I planned to move in with a high school friend my second or third year of college. A month or two before we planned to start sharing a bedroom, she began screwing my boyfriend on the sly. He then dumped me and took up with her just as we started living together. So for the next 3 months, my ex was sleeping in my…

she didn't get the job and wound up marrying a guy 25 yrs her senior and living as a housewife in Connecticut.