University seems to bring out the best in people...
In my third and final year at University myself and my girlfriend moved into a house where a 30 something year old sociology student already lived. Naively, we thought she would be a sensible, straightforward character, being at least 10 years older than us.... oh no. Apart from inviting back and sleeping with nearly every drunken, pilled up scally in Lincoln, she had a few minor mental problems too. We didn't want to ask her what they were, but a recycling box filled with empty diazepam and anti-depressant packaging every week was testament to the fact she was a tad off the rails. Combine this with her strange eating habits which meant she didn't crap for days, before eating half a packet of senacot to 'un-bung' her arse - leaving a titanic nutty shite in the loo every 4 to 5 days. As you can tell we were quite impressed.
After nearly a year of her mood swings, skanky friends and skankier arse, she finally snapped, stabbing herself in the leg while locked in the toilet with my favourite Le Crusier paring knife from the kitchen.
My girlfriend and I had to clean up the blood, and when she got back from hospital 'she' finally admitted that 'she' had a problem - NO SHIT! And I didn't even get my damn knife back.
(Biromunch, Fri 13 Apr 2007, 2:18, Reply)