I finally had enough and asked my roommate to move out last night. The final straw was my winged Nike sitting on my dining room table with a missing wing. Actually the final straw was her referring to my winged Nike as an angel. I've decided that I can't handle living with a 20 year old. I think even when the 20 year old is my own flesh and blood I won't want to live with her/him. I feel like a bitch, but this is necessary for my sanity.