I'm the one with the cigar.
I still say there was something not quite right about that boy.
After a couple of months I noticed a trend. Tracy NEVER cleaned up after himself. Not the bathroom, not the living room , and certainly not the kitchen. I'm no clean freak, but he made Oscar Madison look like June Cleaver.
I decided to experiment. I quit doing the dishes altogether to see how long before Tracy brokedown and started scrubbing. After a week, no luck. After two weeks the stench was appaling in the kitchen, as nearly evey dish in the house sat in a sink of moldy water. The next day, after he left for work, I put the most rancid dishes in a box and slid them under his bed.
He never said a word about it, I never saw those dishes again, and Tracy moved out 2 months later.
When I found out my last roommate was doing heroin in his bedroom with his girlfriend I swore I would never have another roommate the rest of my life..
One roommate in particular was fairly gross. He would cook a hamburger in a small pan, then simply rinse it under hot water and put the pan back in the cupboard... Needless to say, not very clean at all. He didn't even tuck his sheets in his bed.
After trying to tell him to clean up his act with no success we had to take desperate action. Actually, it was more to get back at him.
We were making brownies one night and the perp roommate was at the library and the rest of us were there. While making the brownies another roommate figured that we should make an extra batch with chocolate Exlax in it. So we figured a couple of pieces of it would get the job done, but another roommate (who we considered kind of crazy, but a good guy) decided to double the Exlax dosage.
The slob roommate arrived home in the evening and scarfed down the brownies without hesitation.
Around 5:30 am the next day, we woke up when we heard noises coming from the gross bathroom and you can imagine what noises they were. I was laughing and crying so hard that I had to bury my head in the pillow. Needless to say, he didn't make it to the bathroom before getting some on his sheets.... And during our 3 o'clock class (5 out of the 6 of us where in), he said he was hitting the can all day... And to top it off, he had 3 interviews that day. Mission accomplished.
I was the roommate from hell.
I almost forgot about this one..
For a year while in the navy I lived in the barracks, I ended up being forced to be roomates with this young black guy (I was 26 he was 19). This was the first time he had been away from mommy and boy did it show. Some of the things I remember that he would do (remember this was 13 years ago).
1. He would suck his thumb constantly.
2. He would get up early in the morning for work and get off around 2pm. He would then turn on the heat and crawl under a blanket to take a nap. Now you have to understand we were stationed if Florida and this was the middle of the summer. 100f outside and he has the heat on!
Thats all I can remember right now but I'm sure there is more.
I think I may have been a roomie from hell at one point in my life...
I was quite popular in college - as an athlete, I knew the entire football team (not bibically, fyi) and all of the football alums who were now in the NFL.
Our state had "blue laws" which prevented alcohol to be purchased after 11:59 on Saturday until Monday at noon. So, I would have a keg delivered at 11:58 and we partied until it was done.
I remember my neighbors putting a sign on their front door that read, "Dasher lives three doors down" with an arrow.
At times - there were cars parked all over the place...
Oh well... they should have been happy to know me!
;^)
My first wife.
One year in college I lived with 2 other guys, and it worked pretty well, until we all met some other guy and decided to let him move in, to help with the rent and utilities. He seemed great at first, willing to take the basement area, and hardly ever coming out of it really.
Then the first bills came in that he'd be partly responsible for.
He never paid his share of the gas bill, which, for the 2 months he lived with us, became QUITE expensive, as he demanded we keep the heat up (in our sparsely insulated slum-lord type apartment/house), since he was in the basement. I think his share was like $70.
But then we got the phone bill! To our surprise (since he "entertained" some girl down in the basement virtually every night) he evidently had another girlfriend that lived in Alaska, who he called every day, for HOURS. (we were in Ohio). A whopping $200+! And that was for just ONE month.
We kept asking him for money to pay it during the next month, and he promised us he'd "hit up his 'rents (parents)" for it, but we never saw it. Of course, being the trusting idiots we were, we let him go on for the next month, and then he racked up ANOTHER huge bill!
All told, he ended up owing us over $400 and never paid a dime of it. We came home one day to find most of his clothes gone, but some of his furniture in the basement. We tried to call his parents, as we tracked down their number somehow, I can't remember how. They gave us the runaround, and finally just said to us, "Just keep his furniture, it's worth a lot". Like we were some kind of consignment shop or something!
Soon after that, my other roommates had moved to another place, I went somewhere else...Long story short, I pretty much swore off roommates after that, and I'll NEVER have another one again, unless it's some sweedish bikini type...that I'm married to of course. :) (Hey a guy can dream!)
At 19 I moved in with two girls..both of them hairdressers-in-training (still in Beauty School) I was their practice "head". My hair has been EVERY color, length, style you can imagine (I have long blond hair now and its a wonder I have a hair left on my head...). We lived in a 600 square foot, one bedroom, one bath apartment and there was a party almost every night. We were ALL the roommates from hell...it lasted almost a year.
I had a roomie for my first semester in College. He left to live with a friend and nobody moved into my empty spot. Never, ever had a roomie after that. :-)
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The woman (and I use the term loosely) I shared a bedroom with was a sullen-faced ogre, always in a grumpy mood. While the other roommates and I eventually managed to get along, she and I never stopped clashing. She was hostile to me from day one. I could never figure out quite why, though I got the impression that she really didn't like the fact that I was religious (although we were all students from Notre Dame, very few of the folks studying abroad that semester were practicing Catholics). We were in Rome on 9/11 and at the end of that awful day, I asked her if she'd like to pray a rosary with me. She acted quite offended by this simple invitation and snarled her negative reply.
As the semester went on she grew more and more hostile. She would snap at me over minor things but say nothing when the other roommates did the very same thing. For instance, I once left an unwashed spoon in the sink overnight. I shouldn't have done it and she practically bit my head off the next day. However, later the other roomies made fried eggs and left the eggy pan and dishes in the sink for a whole weekend while they traveled to Greece. The ogre said nothing to them about this.
The worst incident happened later in the semester. It was early in the morning, around 6:30, and my roommate's alarm clock went off. It woke me up as well. She shut it off and went back to sleep. About 20 minutes later, my own alarm clock went off. I shut it off, got up, and went to take a shower.
When I got back from my shower, my roommate was up and furious. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she fumed "Don't you know I have class this morning? I need to take a shower first to get to class on time!"
I apologized but said that I thought she wasn't getting up for much longer because she shut off her alarm. I had an early class too and needed to shower early as well. This did not placate her. "You knew I had class this morning and needed to take a shower first!!"
I pointed out that I did not know she had class this morning; she had never told me her class schedule and considering that she skipped class on a regular basis either to travel or sleep off hangovers, how was I supposed to figure it out on my own? How, I asked her, was I supposed to know that this wasn't one of those mornings you were going to sleep in and cut class? Furthermore, if she was in such a hurry, why didn't she get up when the alarm went off?
Reasoning with the ogre made no difference, she only grew more angry. "No! You knew I had class and you wanted me to be late! You stole my shower!"
I tried to calm her down, apologize again, but explain that this was not a deliberate attempt to sabotage her. "F--k you!" she replied, "You stole my shower! You are a f--king b--ch. You are such a f--king b--ch! You're stupid and dirty and you're the most self-centered person I've ever met. F--k you!"
At this point the other roommates woke up and blamed me for making so much noise. I was really shaken and upset by the incident and was crying on the subway that morning on the way to class. For the rest of the semester I tried to spend as little time as possible in that apartment - and I wasn't spending much time there to begin with.
I returned to Notre Dame for the second semester of that year, but the ogre remained in Rome. I didn't see her again til fall of the next year on campus. By this point she had a mullet. It surprised me at first, but suddenly a lot of things made sense. Little things that she had said and done in Rome started to make sense and I realized she was probably a lesbian. I didn't have any idea at the time, when I shared a room with her and undressed in front of her . But now it made sense, especially because she was dating a female acquaintance of mine who I'd always suspected might be a lesbian. I don't know if her lesbianism had anything to do with her hostility towards me, but it added an interesting facet to the whole story.
I think she joined the Peace Corps after graduation.
I'm the one with the cigar.
I still say there was something not quite right about that boy.
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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
I had lots of roommates when I was younger. Many were slobs, but the worst one was on the opposite end of the spectrum. I'd known him in high school but had no idea he was a psychotic neat freak when me and another guy rented a house with him in our early twenties. For the most part, I stayed away from home and always ate at my gf's apartment and at work, so we didn't fight about dishes much, but he'd wake me up early to show me where the other roommate had left a cereal bowl in the sink. Like I cared... There was only one bathroom in the house, and he tried to institute a rule that everyone had to thoroughly clean the tub after we took a shower because he was disgusted at the thought of coming in contact with water that had washed someone else's nude body. Me and they other guy just laughed at him and told him he could clean the tub himself before using it if he was so concerned. He constantly sprayed everything with Lysol, over saturating all surfaces so that they stayed damp. Although there were no bugs in the house, he became obsessed that we would get them because my room wasn't as clean as his (I might have had some clothes on the floor, but no food was in my room). One day I came home and found he had thoroughly sprayed every inch of mine, and the other guy's room, with insecticide, and obviously way more than the recommended amount. The air was unbreathable and I yelled at him. The other roommate was home a lot more than I was, so there was a lot more tension between the two. It finally boiled over, and the normal roommate kicked the neat freak's ass and he moved back in with his mother. That was eight years ago, and he still lives with her.