I had a roommate that I detested, for over a year. He's the reason Megladon and I have our own place now.
Pete was messy. His room was WALL TO WALL JUNK, you couldnt see the carpet. It was chest high in some places! He had no bed sheets or pillow cases. His bed was filthy - dirty and dusty. He had a little path of junk from the door (which you couldnt open more than a foot and a half) to his computer. The room also STUNK like OH MY GOSH! He'd run the AC all the time in the summer to reduce the smell from the heat, but it was horrible. He probably showered like, once every few days.
He was irresponsible, never paid the rent on time, never paid the bills. The 2 of them them together, were horrible with the bills. By the time I moved in (they had been there about 2.5 years) the bills were sky high. The gas, at it's all time high was $850. I pushed Pete around (verbally) about the bills and the lack of cleanliness in the house. This led him to really dislike me.
Eventually it all got old, I got sick of it all and I told Megladon that I wanted to move, if he wanted to stay, he could, but I was moving out. He told me "there's no reason to stay if you're not here." So we found the apartment we live in now, and Pete knew in APRIL that we were going to move out in SEPTEMBER. He didnt have a place to live till the week before our lease was up. What suprised me the most about Pete was that through all of this, he was 30-31, I was 19-20, and Megladon was 25-26. (We are now 32, 21, and 27.) Not that it matters but its pretty funny to see the age differences, and the responsibility differences.
I dunno if he's the roommate from hell but he sucked.