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The first apartment I lived in I didn't have a room mate...exactly. The place was furnished in funky velvet--velvet couch, velvet chair, velvet pictures on the wall. It also had that icky knotty pine paneling.

The walls were incredibly thin. When they built the place they just slapped the knotty pine paneling on one side, a little insulation, and then more knotty pine on the other side. Only thing was, some of the knots on the knotty pine panels had popped out. One day I was sitting in the living room and I heard this weird sound coming from he wall behind me. When I turned to find out what was going on, I see this finger poking through the insulation through one of the knot holes. Then I see the eye staring at me. I was pretty freaked out needless to say.

Another wonderful thing about this place is that the walls and floors were so thin you could hear the person upstairs in their bathroom unzip their pants to "take care of their business".

Plus I had a snoop for a landlady. I often worked the closing shift at the grocery store so I would leave the light on. That way I wouldn't come home to a dark apartment or have to fumble for the light switch which was placed rather awkwardly. Well, many times I would come home and the light would be turned off. Nothing was missing or moved or anything, just the light would be off when I knew I had left it on.

I didn't live there long but my second place wasn't much better. I did actually have room mates at this place. Lots of them in fact. I shared the place with a nest of scorpions that crawled up into my closet from around the pipes of the water heater. Had one skitter across my blouse as I was putting it on. Found a few in my bed. I took to sleeping on the couch. Also, I never could figure out how to keep the wood stove regulated. I either froze or else roasted. After someone tried to break into my bedroom window I decided to move.