I can't screw over myself as a roomate

I've decided that I will most likely never go for a roomate situation ever again. In college, everything was fine and dandy. No fights, no worries.

But the second I moved to Boston and started living with strangers, I realized that having roomates can really suck. My first roomate was a great guy. We didn't have to hang out, but we had decent conversation and got along really well. I wasn't happy when he moved out, but I knew we weren't going to keep in touch.

My second roomate should have been my last roomate ever. She was very sweet, seemed to have her act together, rarely was around. Everything was peachy until the landlord called to say she hadn't paid rent in 2 months. I confronted her calmly, and she acted totally shocked and promised to send a check right away. When the landlord called to say the check bounced, I was worried.

Both of our names were on the lease and that meant BOTH of us were responsible for the rent. She moved out, promising to pay... she didn't. I actually had the balls to call her parents in Florida. The mother was flabbergasted, but of course nothing came of my futile attempt. My landlord is a really great and reasonable guy, so he cut the 3 months of rent owed down to $1200. Unfortunately, that came out of my pocket.

The New Yorker was my third roomate and another great guy. We got along, but never hung out and I was ok with that. I really hate his cat. When he left, I knew we'd probably only see each other in passing... and I was so thankful that cat was GONE.

When I met ex-roomate, I actually didn't like her right off the bat. She was really sweet, but I knew she was immature. I asked her to move in because I didn't want to judge her too quickly. She did a great job at getting me to like her, but little did I know she would turn out to be such a fake.

.........

I decided to switch the lock change to the end of next week. I really need to focus on ending surgery with a bang, and the last thing I want is more drama from her. She's refusing to pay her half of electricity until she sees the bill, which I already threw out. I knew she owed close to $30, so I made up a number.

My mistake when I immediately realized she would probably called NSTAR. Sure enough, the number I gave didn't match what NSTAR had for August, and if I expect her to pay I must call NSTAR to get a new bill for her to see.

F that. $30 isn't worth the hassle. I'm pissed at myself for making up a number, but I realize that the sooner ex-roomate is completely out of my apartment, the sooner I can put her into the "Does Not Exist" category of my past.