Posted on 09/22/2005 7:34:52 AM PDT by pissant
Most of us remember the excitement of the BIG DAY. That day, after living in your parents' home for 18 (in some cases 25) years, we finally asserted our independence and moved out of the house!
Whether we were heading off to the "city" to work, or starting our college lives, joining the armed forces, or just finding a space so we could party with our friends, the sense of finally being an adult was intoxicating.
Then Reality set in. We quickly realized that the paltry money we were earning barely covered the rent. Top Ramen instead of Mom's potroast, generic Corn Flakes instead of Captain Crunch. The solution to this problem, of course, was roommates.....at least in theory.
Since we've all survived those crazy days between leaving home and getting married, it is time to share the tales of Roommate Horror!
I'll start.....
That he is a one-woman (at a time) man, just like he says.
My limit is three at a time - it gets hard to keep the birthdays straight, otherwise... ;)
Thanks! Yeah, 1 woman at a time is best, and if she lives a couple of hundred miles away and you only see her every 3 weeks or so for long weekends, that's what I would call 'primo' back on Mulberry Street! :-)
I remember those days. Not always fondly! ;o)
Yes. Gives you room to scan the playing field, if nothing else. ;o)
Like I said, 'the night is young!' ;-)
My first and last roomate was my older sister's friend from high school. It started out fine at first,because I was hardly ever home. I worked two jobs and usually came home around 10:30ish.
I would come home to the disgusting smell of popcorn. I swear popcorn was her only food group. Dishes would be piled up by the sink, at first I always just washed all the dishes just to get it out of the way. After a while I simply stopped washing her dishes and just washed the ones I used. She eventually got the point.
Since this was are first apartement we did't have that much furniture. I purchased a table at a yard sale and moved it into the apartment later that evening, and had to move some things around in the dining/living room area to make it work. I came back from work the next evening to find that all the stuff I moved to fit the table in the apartment had been moved back to the original spots. The table I purchased was in the middle of the living room with a note attached 'to keep my hands off her stuff'.
Any normal person would have been glad to finally have something to eat on. I moved the table back to the spot I had it in, because it was the only spot it would fit in.
The next day I came home to all my stuff laying out in the living room (my stuff was in the extra closet,)next to the table.With a note attached calling me every name in the book.
The next day I took half a day off at work and moved into my own apartment and had all gas, and utilities shut off in the old apartment since everything was in my name.
I have never seen or heard from her again. My sister is still trying to figure out why she was friends with her.
Unless you are and old fart like Jeeves!
I've had roommates that were total slobs; never lifted a finger to clean anything. I'm no June Cleaver, but I prefer NOT to have bugs in my apartment, thank you! I had another roommate who ran up a huge phone bill and then left the state, sticking me with the bill. Another one never paid any of the bills, even though most of the electricity was run up by her. She was always going to pay me "someday." She'd bring people over to the apartment that she knew I couldn't stand. I never knew who'd be there when I got home. I finally got rid of her by inviting over somebody SHE hated! The thought of having to come home and find that person there was more than she could stand, so she left and moved in with another sucker.
A friend of mine had another roommate from hell. One time the roommate went away for the weekend and my friend needed quarters for the laundry. Knowing that the Roommate From Hell kept quarters in her bedside drawer, my friend went to get some, dollar bills in hand, intending to take some quarters and replace them with the right amount of paper money. Inside the drawer was a nasty note saying, "What are you doing looking through my stuff?! You are planning to steal from me!" etc. It went on, a nasty, insulting, terrible note. My friend is the most honest person I know. She wouldn't steal a straight pin from a floor crack. She was crying, she was so hurt. When the Roommate from Hell came home, my friend explained what had happened, and the Witch still insisted that my friend was trying to steal her measly quarters, even though my honest friend could have just closed the drawer and never said anything.
I would live in a rundown shack in the rottenest ghetto in the world before I'd EVER have a "roommate" again.
On your desk - in the heart shaped frame....
I had two roomies from hell:
Freshman year, my Roommate was a born-again Christian. Not too big a deal...I could deal with the Bible verses written all over the walls. But her boyfriend was a Morman on his mission. Both thought the other's "salvation" was conversion. They would spend hours every night, long distance, trying to convert each other, and every night would end with her crying hysterically. She racked up THOUSANDS in phone calls (and defaulted on every phone card and credit card she used). Since she spent so much time at night trying to convert the bf, she tried to get up at 5 am to do her homework (I am NOT a morning person). Her alarm clock was so loud, it woke the person 3 rooms down the hall. and she would hit snooze for 2 hours. She eventually had a nervous breakdown and didn't return to school.
Number 2 was just annoying. She moved in about 3 months after I did as the third roomate. The first thing she did was rearrange all the kitchen cabinets according to item and size (we had assigned shelves until that point) and then proceeded to the furniture - and then left for a weekend at her boyfriends. I got home and couldn't find measuring cups to use for dinner(I had to borrow some from next door). My other roommate and I spent the weekend putting everything back, which sparked a HUGE fight on her return (she was mad at us). Oh well, cats are MUCH easier!
Ah! I was WONDERING who that was. So many photos, I get them confused....
But it's a little faded and reeks of aviation fuel. Perhaps you could airlift and drop another one next time you buzz my cool bachelor pad?
Damn man I'm sorry..
Cause that girl was F'UGLY!
LoL
Where to start? Let's see there was the hairy Australian AMAZON who "borrowed" stuff, then there was the GAY roommate with the boyfriend in high heels, the Greek housemate with the waterbed and a FAT girlfriend, the Fanatic LIBERAL housemate, and lastly, the Thing That Would NOT Leave.
By the time I graduated I felt like I'd been in the United Nations for 4 years!
What a freak! I would have given her the boot though!
I only have had great roomates, because I am so fun and entertaining to be with..:)
I have since I left home.
I never could have put up with strangers in my private inner sanctum.
LOL. Great stuff. Women can be so damn catty to each other, it blows me away.
With guys, if you got quarters in your drawer, you just expect that they will be stolen for laundry. The trick was to steal more than you lost! ;o)
Wow! That's a helluva story! I've never figured out why homosexuals and leasbians prefer to be called "gay". They are some of the most miserable individuals on the planet. Unfortunately, some seem bent on spreading their misery everywhere they go.
That sounds like the perfect amount of time! ;o)
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