Grrr...

I hate my flatmate.
Nothing new there.
But she constantly seems to amaze me with how much of a di*k she is.
Sometimes, I think she is fine but no, she goes and is a retard again and then I go back to realised she is insane.
So.
Last night.
I came home, went down to my room and noticed that my fur jacket had been taken off the stair banister.
It had been put in my room.
Weird.
So I put my jacket on the banister, which I always do.
And put the fur jacket back there to.
So then later I am watching TV in the lounge and she comes home.
And then comes in tho the lounge room and say, I have moved your fur jacket again.
She tells me that it freaks her out.
So she had to move it again.
Um really.
It freaks her out?
Its a fake fur jacket.
Does she not realise that she also has a fur jacket and then a parka with a fur trim hanging up in the hall way??
WTF?
I don't get her at all.
I have tried to understand but she is clearly mental.
Then she brings in a a bowl of soup and eats in and makes so much noise.
Really it is because I totally hate her but her eating soup nearly made me spew.
So I had to leave the room.
Man I hate this woman.