DO NOT DO IT."Naturally I overrode it.I moved in. At first Cathy was really cool, but over the courseof days she starts to tell me her story. Turns out she's a Paxiladdict who just got off her meds; she's bipolar; she may haveschizophrenia; and her poor brother committed suicide by shovinga shotgun in his own mouth and pulling the trigger. I'm toonice, and I figure we all have problems, so I figure this is nobig deal. Well, time passes...Cathy knew when our acting workshop coordinator told her that Iwas a filmmaker and had a small film company. Well, before toomuch longer, she decides my company is HER company, we are goingto shoot only her projects now - which means instead of shootingthe pictures I want to shoot, I am now only making Japaneseanime about boys bonking boys; I am going to star her supernumber one idol pop star Jonathan Davis from Korn in atelevision se...

...ries I'm working on, and let him even score thesoundtrack because she wants to marry him, despite the fact thathe is already married - to a porn star; she decides to name mycompany and tells me it will be named Androphonos Media orEriboea Media because my company must be consecrated to herfavorite Greek goddess, Aphrodite... I ask why... she says,"because we're both Libras and Libra is ruled by Aphrodite! Teehee!"; she comes upstairs bringing me this really amateur shortstory of hers I am to re-write into a screenplay so WE can sellit and then WE can both start OUR company in Britain (shelearned I am moving my studio to the UK this winter); and when Itold her I was doing none of the above things...She turned psycho.Suddenly she skulks around the house like a scared, woundedperson, staring at me with peering, weird eyes, avoiding me(which was good until it stopped), and acting like I have amental problem she's afraid of. She starts calling me "bitch" asmy first name, as in "so and so and so and so, bitch" and "soand so and so, bitch, YO"; she talks abstractly about peopledoing what she tells them to or they will get kicked out of "myhouse", as she put it; she then reveals to me she sleeps in herbed at night with a Japanese katana sword, she has katana swordsall over the house, even on the kitchen counter in the way ofwhere cooking could be done; she moves in a weird,always-agitated Filipino hacker dude who's known to steal stuff,and he moves in his cat, which he locks in a closet, whichcauses it to wail all hours of the day and night (meanwhile Iwas not permitted to have a cat; nutball is "allergic" to them,I was told - hmmm); and the coup de grace, one day I come homefrom work, to find her SPOOKED. I ask her what's up, and shesays, "I see little dolls that are alive. There's one on thestairs right now. She's evil, she looks like a miniature girl,and she sits there staring at me, while swinging her legs.Lookit her! She's there right now!"Naturally there's nothing there. It doesn't EXIST~Cathy proceeds to tell me she sees evil dolls around her likethis all the time; that the dolls in her bedroom on her shelfoccasionally turn and look at her; that her radio comes on allby itself and won't I look at it please? And that Japanese animecharacters are real people.Hmm.The final straw came Saturday a week ago when I saw she had apackage on the doorstep, and brought it in. The night before,she had telephoned hysterical because her car had a flat in themiddle of nowhere and wanted me to come help her, which I did.Keep this in mind because of what happens next. I took herpackage to her closed bedroom door and knocked lightly to tellher she had a package. This cave bitch abruptly shoots back,"I'm busy. What do you WANT."After waking me up near midnight to go fix her freaking car!I wrote her a note telling her I was done with her rude behindand I was moving out at the end of September. Then I went towork. While at work I get hysterical calls from her on my cellphone. I switch them off and put her on ignore. She is waitingfor me when I come home! The moment I came in and she heard thedoor, out she came banging from her room acting like I hadstabbed her in the chest. Mewling little eyes and face; cutelittle voice; harmless little act. Why am I upset with herbecause she is just B-L-I-N-D-S-I-D-E-D by that letter to her.I told her to bring it up later, I didn't want to see her rightthen. In my room I wrote a detailed letter telling hereverything you just read above this. I also said I was sick ofanime, and even though I liked the muppets, I didn't shovemuppets down her throat all the time like she did to me withanime. She came upstairs and said, "I would like to disproveeverything you said in this letter point by point." She sitsdown, starts the waterworks (which I saw as extremelymanipulative - btw, it didn't work) and denies everything in theletter, makes it sound like I'm the jerk for leaving, tells me Ihave to let her call me "bitch" because "my suicidal brothercalled people bitch" (???), and that basically I need to put upor shut up, and that I'm being unreasonable. She lies aboutEVERYTHING she's ever done, then suddenly goes off on thisten-minute rant about the muppets! "I did watch the muppets as akid!" She wails. "I do know something about the muppets! Youlie!"Meanwhile I am thinking... displaced reality... is she not awarewhat this discussion is about...? Is this bitch a wackjob...?She tops it off by sniveling, at the end, "... I think I mightbe schizophrenic."(She "thinks"????)I patronized and comforted her to get her the hell out of myroom, and since then, she's colluded real tight with Filipinohacker. The two of them sit up laughing together all night(really FAKE laughter) like they've been best friends for elevenyears, and this I think is supposed to make me feel "left out"(note to readers: I am 35 and the two of them are 20). They bothare rude to me and ignore me as I pass thru, but I ignore themright back, stay polite, and stay away from them. I am movingout in a few days, but she had to get her last little jab in...She came bringing me back some books I'd lent her, and gave me aterse little note saying that "since" I felt things were notworking out, and I do not pay rent on time (a lie), I am"ordered to vacate the premises" of her house on October 2nd,and at the bottom of the letter she warned me not to steal herbroadband antenna which comes with the rent. As if I want it?I've seen some real crazy roommates described on this board, butI think my former roommate Cathy Leicester takes the completecake. She needs to be in a rubber room with people talking verysoftly to her. That way her friend the little doll will not bedisturbed. I hope whoever considers her place and plans to movein as her tenant READS THIS FIRST.Do not move in with this basket case. I repeat, do not!...