Back in college I lived (and shared a bathroom) with this crazy, bulimic sorority girl.
She was constantly bingeing and chugging 2-liter soda bottles because apparently drinking that much liquid makes it easier to throw up.
One morning after I’d brought a cute guy home from a bar, he woke up early to pee. The bathroom I shared with bulimic girl was attached to my room but not to hers, so if you didn’t know any better you’d think it was only mine. After the toilet flushed he didn’t come back in the room and 30 seconds later I heard the front door slam. I was confused so I walked into the bathroom and sitting smack in the middle of the floor were bulimic girl’s shit and period stained running shorts with the soiled crotch facing upwards for all to see. I’m so humiliated that the guy probably thought they were mine.
She came from a wealthy family who bought us all kinds of fun stuff to use (huge flatscreen, Wii, Rock Band video game, Mario Kart, etc) but every time we fought she’d lug it all into her bedroom. She installed a crazy, hi-tech push-button lock onto her bedroom door to insure we couldn’t get back the TV or anything else.
The real deal breaker was her leaving cups and buckets of vomit everywhere. One day I agreed to go to lunch with her and she gave me her car keys and said to go start the car and she’d be out in a minute. I opened her car door and was immediately hit with the most foul stench I’d ever experienced. I peered into the interior and sitting in her cup holder was a huge, big gulp cup filled with vomit. She tried to say that it belonged to a drunk sorority sister she’d brought home the night before.
A few weeks later I began smelling something similar in our house. Using some CSI-like forensics, my 2 other roommates and I figured out the code to her bedroom lock and found a bucket of vomit in her closet.