This is my former roomie.
NO, I didn't and NO, I wouldn't.

From the time she moved in, receiving money which she owed me for bills was nearly impossible. She used the tactic of "pay me 3 weeks late for the bill I paid on time, and then when the new bill is due say 'NO WAY! - I just paid you that last week!'"

She complained about the electric bill being too high due to my computer being on all the time, and refused to pay her full half.
Electric bill while she lived with me: $84.50
Electric bill the month after she left: $32.75
Electric bill with my next roomie: $41.75

She was drunk 98% of the time, often having loud all night get togethers with her loud cackle dominating the spectrum of sounds, despite me having to work at 7am and asking repeatedly to keep it down. These little parties produced more smoke than is found at most night clubs, making my eyes water and burn from behind my closed bedroom door. 9/10ths of the time something of mine would be broken, abused, etc. The kitchen floor was perpetually sticky from spilled drink mixers. Cleaning up was pointless, as I'd just have to clean the same mess of beer bottles, cans, and dumped ashtrays the next day. At one of these parties she got her 14 year old brother so drunk he vomited. Needless to say, when I came home from work and saw her car in the driveway there was a definite sigh of displeasure.

She once got drunk and threw up in a garbage can in her room. She didn't take it out for over a month.

She got so drunk she pissed her pants at least 3 times during the few months she lived with me. One time the nitrogen rich jeans were left festering in a plastic bag for about a week before being washed.

She drank my Coronas and replaced them with Miller Lite cans.... which she wound up drinking herself.

She had an irritating and overtly fake 'doll baby' voice that she would switch on to be patronizing or to get her way. When she still didn't get her way she would do what one of her ex boyfriends unaffectionately referred to as 'the princess walk.'

She smashed my $90.00 cordless phone against the wall in an argument with her coke-head boyfriend. Then she insisted that there must have been something wrong with it prior, despite me checking it RIGHT AFTER I watched her throw it.

She is one of the zillion girls who mistakenly believe they have the ability to sing well, and don't mind doing it publicly. This was also done in the fake doll baby voice.

She once said she was offended by a religious joke because she was a christian. When I asked how her lifestyle conveyed that she was religious, she told me to stop harping on her.

She left owing me at least $350.00 in back bills not even factoring in the inequity on the utility bills.

Most people bring funny stories home from work. Hers centered around how bitchy she could be with coworkers and customers nearly 100% of the time.

She stupidly used a dialup porn site located in URUGUAY using my computer while I was out of town. She never paid for the call which was $9.00 a minute.

Since we're on the topic of shortcomings, she really liked "Hello Kitty," and that's gotta count as a flaw.

This guy used the line about her being "an old soul," and she actually bought it... which just makes her "a dumb soul."

A few weeks after she moved out she had the balls to come by to tell me about how her new roomie was trying to screw her on bills.

Movie Warehouse is sending creditors after her for a video she rented and never returned. She also is trying the "No Way - I paid that!" approach with them. Kind of a shame to pay $90 for a movie I would avoid seeing for free on cable. Her taste in music and movies was horrid.

She got a 0.66 GPA in college. One of her classes was aerobic fitness .. and no, it's not the one class she passed.

She is pregnant. Gee - wonder if it might wind up cramping her lifestyle..... probably not. Let's see if she can avoid drinking long enough to keep her kid from having TINY EYES.

I gave her martini glass collection to my little sister. Not that it matters, considering every one of them was stolen from her prior bartending jobs.

I guess when your daddy is the VP of a bank you NEVER have to pull it together.