Mad flatmate
I've had the misfortune to live, over the years, with a few odd people.

Mad Margaret: a born-again Christian who said she had visions, that her LOTR fan-fiction (complete with songs written in Elvish) was about to be published internationally, and that she didn't have sex before marriage (come on, her bedroom was over the kitchen and we could see the ceiling move in rhythm to her bed every time she got bonked). However, the one she most used was "I'm not coming home tonight, I've tried to kill myself, I'll be back from the hospital in the morning" (then telling us not to bother coming to see her). Most of the time, she was just staying over with a male friend, but didn't want us to know she was breaking the no-sex-before-marriage thing. One time, it was slightly true. She'd taken an asprin overdose. 4 pills instead of 2. The hospital checked her over and then told her to go home and not do it again.

Then there was a girl I went to school with: the list of things that happened to her included having had hair down to her knees when she was 13 (I went to prep school with her as well, so knew this wasn't true), that her nose is ugly and crooked because it got broken really badly, even though her father and brother both have the same nose as her, that her parents were getting divorced, that her parents had miraculously decided not to get divorced (when a teacher offered to talk to them about how their divorce was affecting their daughter), and that she was an olympic-standard sprinter. The one which caused the most hurt, however, was when she decided she didn't want to be my friend anymore, and that she didn't want anyone else to like me either. So she said that when we were at prep school together, I'd vandalised the school and blamed it on some random boy, who'd then been expelled from the school, arrested by the police, and thrown out of his house by his parents, and who was now homeless. As we were the only two people from our prep school to go to this secondary school, there was no-one else who could back me up when I denied this. It was her word against mine. And as she was the pretty sporty one, where I was the weird musicy gothy one, everyone believed her. And thus for three years, I had practically no friends at all. I'm over it now, but I still have to say that Charlotte Hancock is a complete cunt.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 16:04, 2 replies)

The overdose thing...
Is very like a story that one person I know tells about another person I know: they lived together before I knew either. Person 2 pulled exactly the same trick with the noverdose.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 16:08, closed)

Have
a *click* for the naming of names!
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Thu 29 Nov 2007, 16:10, closed)