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GAHH ****ing Roomates! (pg. 3)
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| quote: | Originally posted by Theresa
Roomie # 2: My own friend.
This was a bad scene. Things were awesome at first; it was like having a sleep over every day, until things started getting a little out of hand.
I was working night shift (11PM - 9AM), and she was working days. She is/was an incredibly social person, so every ing day she HAD to have someone over. The problem was that she didn't seem to give a that I was sleeping.
She would invite people over and they would keep me up all afternoon and evening, and then she would wonder why I was miserable when I got up. Well for sakes, I was averaging about 3 hours sleep a day.
I finally said something and she replied "just because you work night shift doesnt mean I shouldn't be allowed to have a social life." WTF!! Every ing day there was a crowd of people over.
She decided to have a party one time... from about 4 in the afternoon until I got up at 9PM there were people ringing the door bell, opening and closing the door, slamming the bathroom etc. etc. I had maybe slept 2 and a half hours of on again off again 10 minute increments. Needless to say I was so incredibly angry/miserable/tired, I was not a friendly chick.
I got ready for work, and I come down the stairs and there is like 30 people in the house. As I go to walk out the door, a girl stops me and says "Can Chris and I sleep in your room tonight?" I looked at her like she had to be on some serious drugs, and *very* rudely said "Uhh NO!"
you! *I* didn't even get to sleep in my own bed, I'll be damned if you're gonna sleep in it, WITH ANOTHER GUY, while I am not home. YEA RIGHT!!
The worst part was that I knew all the people (because we had common friends,) so I couldn't really be rude to them, or I would be pissing off friends who really weren't at fault.
Resultingly, with getting NO SLEEP WHATSOEVER I got really sick. So, one night I stayed home from work with the flu, and was in the bathroom puking my guts out. Alas, ing moron decides to have another party. So people start arriving, and I am laying on the bathroom floor in a robe, crying because I felt so ty, and looking like some serious ass. Of course, drunks start coming to the bathroom, to find me there worshipping the porcelain god (thanks for letting me keep my dignity bitch).
She finally started redirecting people to the bathroom in the basement.
I couldn't even get up and go downstairs into the kitchen to make myself some soup or whatever because the place was packed with drunken idiots.
After fighting with her constantly about how this needed to stop, at least until I got off night shift, she decided *I* was being unreasonable, and she moved back home with her parents. We haven't really spoken since. Way to destroy a good friendship. Oh, and of course she told all the common friends we had that I was a bitch, and that I just plainly sucked and that was why she left. YARGH.
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| Sushipunk |
When I was 19 I lived in a house with 4 other people. Everyone seemed cool enough, except one Irish guy who was a bit...erratic?
He was mostly chilled out, played his guitar on the deck a lot, but occasionally he would 'snap.' Like when we were watching TV and he suddenly comes from his room shouting about some , grabs the TV and throws it out into the yard :wtf:
After we had all moved out (the household didn't last very long lol) one of the other guys that was living there told me that the Irish guy would actually go out nearly every night to one of the local parks in the city and sell his ass to gay dudes for money to buy herion :wtf: |
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| psiico111 |
| My brother needed a place to crash for a month or two once, he stayed for over 1.5 years. I could type all day with stories but this is my favorite. Once I made a big pot of soup, it wasn't quite ready when I had to leave for work (I work evenings) so I left the cover on and turned off the heat. He came home later and ate the whole pot, there was enough there for at least a dozen bowls. Needless to say I was unimpressed, his explanation was that he was hungry so I suggested next time he fill up on bread. A couple of days later I made another pot of soup, this time I actually had a bowl but when I got home that night it was a pot of vegetables and meat. Soup should be wet. My brother took my suggestion about the bread too literally and soaked up every drop of moisture in the soup. Ohh, and he used 3/4 of a loaf of bread to do it. |
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| quote: | Originally posted by psiico111
My brother needed a place to crash for a month or two once, he stayed for over 1.5 years. I could type all day with stories but this is my favorite. Once I made a big pot of soup, it wasn't quite ready when I had to leave for work (I work evenings) so I left the cover on and turned off the heat. He came home later and ate the whole pot, there was enough there for at least a dozen bowls. Needless to say I was unimpressed, his explanation was that he was hungry so I suggested next time he fill up on bread. A couple of days later I made another pot of soup, this time I actually had a bowl but when I got home that night it was a pot of vegetables and meat. Soup should be wet. My brother took my suggestion about the bread too literally and soaked up every drop of moisture in the soup. Ohh, and he used 3/4 of a loaf of bread to do it. |
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| Sushipunk |
| quote: | Originally posted by psiico111
My brother needed a place to crash for a month or two once, he stayed for over 1.5 years. I could type all day with stories but this is my favorite. Once I made a big pot of soup, it wasn't quite ready when I had to leave for work (I work evenings) so I left the cover on and turned off the heat. He came home later and ate the whole pot, there was enough there for at least a dozen bowls. Needless to say I was unimpressed, his explanation was that he was hungry so I suggested next time he fill up on bread. A couple of days later I made another pot of soup, this time I actually had a bowl but when I got home that night it was a pot of vegetables and meat. Soup should be wet. My brother took my suggestion about the bread too literally and soaked up every drop of moisture in the soup. Ohh, and he used 3/4 of a loaf of bread to do it. |
:stongue: :stongue: :stongue: . |
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| enferno |
| just take all the dirty dishes, put them in a garbage bag and stackt hem on their beds, so when they get home they have a 'big suprize' |
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| KilldaDJ |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sushipunk
When I was 19 I lived in a house with 4 other people. Everyone seemed cool enough, except one Irish guy who was a bit...erratic?
He was mostly chilled out, played his guitar on the deck a lot, but occasionally he would 'snap.' Like when we were watching TV and he suddenly comes from his room shouting about some , grabs the TV and throws it out into the yard :wtf:
After we had all moved out (the household didn't last very long lol) one of the other guys that was living there told me that the Irish guy would actually go out nearly every night to one of the local parks in the city and sell his ass to gay dudes for money to buy herion :wtf: |
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| Coastie |
i woke up one night in the middle of the night 4 in the morn hungover as hell cause i had to piss...
to find my roomate jacking off under his sheets, i even saw the porno on the screen. i just went about my buisness and acted like it never happened |
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| quote: | Originally posted by Coastie
i woke up one night in the middle of the night 4 in the morn hungover as hell cause i had to piss...
to find my roomate jacking off under his sheets, i even saw the porno on the screen. i just went about my buisness and acted like it never happened |
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| dj_alfi |
i shared like 1st floor with this iranian guy when i was 16-17.. he was cool to begin with.. until hee broke into my room when i was away and stole my stereo..
and another time he got me all, like, incorporated in his freaking heroin sale out of his room.. that guy.. no wonder ppl get racists, when ppl like him is what is showing their face to the public... |
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| igottaknow |
| quote: | Originally posted by Theresa
I was living in a house that had 4 bedrooms, to which my landlord had the freedom to rent to whomever he wished.
Roomie #1: 25-26 year old stoner. Long hair, always fried, had a permanent butt print on the couch from playing video games.
Came home once to him and his friends topless, drinking beer and being obnoxious. I go into the backyard... there's a ing girl standing there topless giving guys massages. I didn't even know how to respond, so I turned around and went back upstairs.
Came home with my mom and granny to show them my new place. The ENTIRE kitchen table is COVERED in condoms. I dunno WTF that was about, and I was so embarassed.
A couple days later, my landlord calls me, and he asks "did you leave a big mess in the kitchen?" and I dumbfoundedly reply "uhh, no... I think you must be talking about Marius' condoms right?" and he replies "haha, he told me those were yours!" Apparently he brought someone in to see the house, and the condoms were all there and then the doof blamed me!!!
One day I came home and discovered his video game console was gone. Immediately I knew something was wrong. I later found out that he had just moved out and bailed on rent and everything. He had been fired from his job (because he came in stoned and drunk,) and had gotten a paper route, to which he was also fired from (because he lied and said he had a car, to which they assigned him a route that DEMANDED a vehicle - 400+ papers all over the city type deal). He was jobless and couldn't afford to stay, so he escaped one day when I was at work, and no one was around.
Roomie # 2: My own friend.
This was a bad scene. Things were awesome at first; it was like having a sleep over every day, until things started getting a little out of hand.
I was working night shift (11PM - 9AM), and she was working days. She is/was an incredibly social person, so every ing day she HAD to have someone over. The problem was that she didn't seem to give a that I was sleeping.
She would invite people over and they would keep me up all afternoon and evening, and then she would wonder why I was miserable when I got up. Well for sakes, I was averaging about 3 hours sleep a day.
I finally said something and she replied "just because you work night shift doesnt mean I shouldn't be allowed to have a social life." WTF!! Every ing day there was a crowd of people over.
She decided to have a party one time... from about 4 in the afternoon until I got up at 9PM there were people ringing the door bell, opening and closing the door, slamming the bathroom etc. etc. I had maybe slept 2 and a half hours of on again off again 10 minute increments. Needless to say I was so incredibly angry/miserable/tired, I was not a friendly chick.
I got ready for work, and I come down the stairs and there is like 30 people in the house. As I go to walk out the door, a girl stops me and says "Can Chris and I sleep in your room tonight?" I looked at her like she had to be on some serious drugs, and *very* rudely said "Uhh NO!"
you! *I* didn't even get to sleep in my own bed, I'll be damned if you're gonna sleep in it, WITH ANOTHER GUY, while I am not home. YEA RIGHT!!
The worst part was that I knew all the people (because we had common friends,) so I couldn't really be rude to them, or I would be pissing off friends who really weren't at fault.
Resultingly, with getting NO SLEEP WHATSOEVER I got really sick. So, one night I stayed home from work with the flu, and was in the bathroom puking my guts out. Alas, ing moron decides to have another party. So people start arriving, and I am laying on the bathroom floor in a robe, crying because I felt so ty, and looking like some serious ass. Of course, drunks start coming to the bathroom, to find me there worshipping the porcelain god (thanks for letting me keep my dignity bitch).
She finally started redirecting people to the bathroom in the basement.
I couldn't even get up and go downstairs into the kitchen to make myself some soup or whatever because the place was packed with drunken idiots.
After fighting with her constantly about how this needed to stop, at least until I got off night shift, she decided *I* was being unreasonable, and she moved back home with her parents. We haven't really spoken since. Way to destroy a good friendship. Oh, and of course she told all the common friends we had that I was a bitch, and that I just plainly sucked and that was why she left. YARGH.
Roomie #3 - This 40 something old Indian guy. I have no idea why he rented to this man, but wtf? Ok, aside from slowly choking from the reak of his stinky ass food that LITERALLY would wake me up out of my sleep when he was cooking, (no offence, but when you are accustomed to a specific kind of food your entire life, and get thrown into having to smell another food that had an incredibly strong smell, it's a little hard to assimilate), he was also a dousche bag. I guess he had this idea that since he was a man, he didn't need to respect a thing I said, even if I had been living there for about a year and a half longer than his moron ass.
So, the ONLY thing I EVER asked him was to leave the porch light on at night, seeing as I came home after work at around midnight - 1AM. I didn't think this was a very difficult request to abide by.
First few times, it was off, I again politely reminded him to leave it on. No luck.
I taped a huge note on the TV screen. No luck
I taped the switch to on. STILL no luck.
Finally, after about 2-3 weeks of this. I snapped.
I came home at about 3AM one morning. I had a million things in my hand, I am a small girl coming home alone, and I can't even see how to get into my own ing house. I was fuming angry after ALL the effort I had put into POLITELY reminding this to leave the light on.
So, I finally get in. I dump my stuff down and storm to his door. I start pounding on the door and yelling for him to wake up. He comes to the door, totally shocked and confused as he had been asleep... and I totally rip into him.
"I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY ING TIMES I HAVE NEEDED TO ASK YOU TO LEAVE THE GODDAMN LIGHT ON, BUT I HAVE HAD IT!!" etc.etc.
He left it on every night after that until I moved out.
Oh, and the same dousche went into my cupboard, opened up a container I had shoved back in my pantry, and took out a sterling silver spoon from a cutlery set I was saving that had been given to me by my Grandmother, and ing used it because he had used up all the other spoons.
I could have killed him, but instead didn't say anything and just put the set in my room.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO glad I moved out of there.
Honestly, I had some roomies from hell!!! |
send teh lettar |
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| dj_alfi |
| quote: | Originally posted by Theresa
I know... but they are interesting gossipy stories.
And it felt good to rant about it a little.
LOL! |
im drunk and i read all of it.. lol |
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