Worst Roommate Ever - Janice Griffith 2021

If they argue about the last slice of pizza during the interview process, run. If they mention an “emotional support goat,” run faster.

I turned off my phone and went to sleep. In the world of Janice Griffith, I was the villain. But at least I finally had some peace and quiet. Worst roommate ever - Janice Griffith

Then came the rituals. Every night at 11:11 PM, Janice would light seven black candles, sit cross-legged on her mattress, and whisper to Emperor Julian. Not prayers—full conversations. If they argue about the last slice of

It was three weeks in when Megan came home to find a live, bleating goat in the living room. Not a small goat. A full-grown, hoofed, hay-eating goat named “Squiggles.” In the world of Janice Griffith, I was the villain

Janice stopped. The music cut. The three cameramen lowered their phones. The room went dead silent. She looked at me, her eyes wide and intense. She climbed down from the table, walked right up to my face, and poked me in the chest.

“It aligns my chakras,” she said when I finally confronted her, my eye twitching.