I used to have a roommate from Korea. Korean food, in my opinion, smells kinda' bad. So she cooks all the time, constantly burning her food so our whole apartment reeks of burnt Korean food. She would also leave bowls of small, dead, fried, whole, fish on the kitchen table. She never put her leftovers away, and things like that. She also had some crazy issues with her boyfriend and would sob and cry and wail in her room, which I could easily hear, then he'd come over and they'd have sex like little bunnies and I'd get to hear that too. Blech! No more living with people I don't know.
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