She's a ****. Since she arrived she has rearranged the kitchen into a confusing muddle, turned tv watching into an interminable ordeal whereby we either watch what she wants (usually shows about tattooing, for ****'s sake) or listen to her whinge about whatever is on tv, started a string of discussions on topics of which she has zero knowledge (during which she repeatedly asserts that she has a right to an opinion on things that aren't matters of opinion, then reacts to being corrected or disagreed with like it's a personal attack), used my lunch box to store ****ing cosmetics in, snored loudly almost every night, been 20 quid short on rent this week, and complained over and over again in her stupid whiny voice that I won't let her use my PC to put music on her stupid MP3 player. She's a twat and she needs to change asap.
