I came home really blazed after going to this little carnival with a few friends for a couple hours. I came home and she was in her room which is right across the hall from mine. I go in and the first mistake is I leave the door open.

She comes in and starts talking to me, and I guess I was mumbling and stuttering (because I was so nervous because I was sooooo high) and she asked me really suspicious-like, "What are you on??" and at first I played dumb, "What-What am I on? What are you talking about?" and she says, "Well, your eyes are bloodshot and you're messing up your words." So I just told her, "I got high."

Ever since then (that was about 2 years ago) shit has been shaky between us, culminating in her calling the cops on me March 12th, 2005 because my room smelled like pot.

We're "okay" now, but we both realize there is no love between us, we're roomies who hate each other. I'm moving out in a couple months to start college and I plan to never talk to her again, if at all possible.