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FOT Community => General Discussion => Topic started by: Susannah on May 13, 2008, 01:57:40 PM
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You've got stories. I want to hear 'em.
I've been lucky enough to avoid most bad roommate experiences in my life, but during my freshman year of college, I shared a 10'X10' dorm room with a manic depressive compulsive eater who happened to be a born-again Christian. She was nice enough at times, but would often:
1.Spend multiple days holed up in our bedroom, listening to the song "Perfect Day" from the "Legally Blonde" soundtrack on continuous repeat
2. Cook exotic fish such as Chilean sea bass on a hotplate over our tiny sink, stinking up the entire dorm and the 3700 block of Spruce Street in Philadelphia
3. Ask me why, as a Jew, I didn't just "cave" already and accept Christ into my life as my personal lord and savior. When she realized she wasn't getting very far, she enlisted members of her family to call me and ask the same.
These memories came rushing back to me last night as I realized that my roommate clogged the toilet, left disgusting matter in there, and didn't bother to plunge it. I, not realizing it was clogged, assumed he just forgot to flush and inadvertently flooded the bathroom.
The corollary to this thread is, "Does anyone know of any one-bedrooms available for cheap in LA?"
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That sounds pretty awful.
I've been very lucky. I haven't had any horrible roommates at all, I've only shared apartments with close friends. (Not a guarantee of course, but still.)
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First apt. after college. I shared a house with three other people. Ugh what a nightmare we had one person who was a argumentative drunk who would tag along when ever you would just go out for a quick beer. Which would always lead into some stupid argument. He would then write stories about us changing their names but it was pretty obvious who was who. I need to point out this guy was about 7 years older then anyone else at the time.
Then would become enraged because he passed out on the couch and I did not wake him while I was heading out to work. Gee never knew being someone's mother was part of being a housemate. This experience was the last time I lived with anyone.
For you you folks who know RI it was in lovely Fox Point near the silver star bakery
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Nowhere near as bad, but I had a roommate in college who was:
- A compulsive tooth-brusher. He had braces. He would get up, go down to the bathroom, and start brushing his teeth. I got up 10 minutes later, went to take a shower, he's brushing his teeth the whole time. I'd come back down, get dressed, and he'd show up 10 minutes later. About 45 minutes per time. At least twice a day.
- The last human being on earth to still watch "Arsenio."
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I had a roommate for awhile that did a lot of meth. Whenever he would get high he would just stay in his room and work on his "music" (it basically just sounded like static). The stench coming from his room was absolutely terrible. One day while he was gone my other roomate and i decided to take a peak in his room. We found a mountain of porn mags 2 feet tall on the foor with 3 sticks of butter laying on the desk next to it and on the floor were about 50 bottles of all shapes and sizes filled with urine. When he moved out the floor underneath where the mattress had been was warped.
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I've had many...
1) in college I lived in an apartment style dorm with a guy who would talk constant filth about women, punched the walls all the time, ate everyone elses food and always would follow everyone around. After I moved out with him he finally snapped like I thought he would (living with men kind of made him keep it in check a bit) and began stealing his two female roommates underwear and when they kicked him out wrote 'Fuck you Bitches' in his blood on the living room wall.
2) living in Bushwick with a lady who I met on craigslist who kept things more than anyone I've ever met. Had 6 stacks of cardboard boxes to the ceiling in the living room filled with old issues of disposable Women's magazines. It was that way with everything. Had a basket filled with ketchup packets that would fill probably 3 ketchup bottles. Did her dishes once a week when the sink was completely full. Stayed at home at all times blasting Family Guy.
but the winner
was a guy in college who I shared a room with who wanted to put up a wall-sized Led Zeppelin poster that looked like a D&D book cover but when I refused plastered the wall with pictures of Che and Che themed RATM posters. He was very vehemently straight-edge and threatened to beat me up if I ever came home drunk. Also he twice didn't lock his door when having sex with his girlfriend.
I am so glad that college is over.
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I'll be happy to contribute. I'll make this a running series.
Hampshire Ave Entry #1
Roommate Rich -- had questionable hygene habits* grew pot in his closet, owned snakes which he feeds rats** on a semi-regular basis, and slept naked with the door open. The room was at the end of the hallway so you could see his hairy butt, etc. from the living room. He slept during the day since his job at the bar kept him up late nights. Made good friends with the drug dealers that operated outside our apartment and invited them up a few times when I wasn't home.
Rich replaced Joe. When Joe moved out he left us long letters about how he would miss us all and we were like family. A few days later we noticed that jewelry, CD's and such were missing from each of our rooms. Joe recently contacted me on facebook to apologize. It's been 8 years. He still has green hair.
I failed to respond.
*something made that room smell like cheese
**the rats and mice escaped a few times so we had some living in various closets and things. No one could seem to catch them but they shit on everything. I found out later that another roommate kept one as a pet. She didn't feed it for a few days and it died in a trunk. But no one bothered to throw it away or bury it and I found it when I was moving out. That was pretty traumatic.
I promise I never did crack. I was just too eager to trust strangers and move out of the dorms. I swear.
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Freshman Year of College:
Thank god this only lasted one semester, but my roommate
A: Had sex with random dudes while I was sleeping (or rather, turned on my side toward the wall). After the 3rd time this happened, I resolved that next time I would turn the light on and start blasting Billy Joel's greatest hits. Unfortunately, she got kicked out so I never got the chance.
B. Stole my clothes, and pretended they were hers when I asked her about them.
C. My mom and dad gave me one of those toggle Tiffany necklaces with my initials engraved on it for my graduation. I didn't wear it much, but it meant a lot to me. She stole the necklace, SCRATCHED OUT MY INITIALS and when I asked her about it she claimed that she got it in Chinatown or something, even though I could clearly see where the initials had been scratched out. Possibly the craziest girl I've ever come across.
3 years ago:
A. My roommate didn't work and got all her money from her parents. She would sit inside watching TV and chain smoking with the shades down and the windows CLOSED all day. We stated with a no smoking inside rule, but somehow that disintegrated. It was depressing.
B. My boyfriend would stay over a lot, as would hers. But she decided that even though both of our boyfriends stayed over an equal amount of time, only mine should contribute to rent, since hers was eternally "between jobs". When I told her that was ridiculous, she got mad at me for like 2 weeks
C. She was an animal lover, as was I, but I already had two cats. She told me she was thinking about getting a kitten. I said okay, since we had a big apartment. Then she comes home with THREE kittens who, although adorable, promptly gave my cats ear mites (and me a 200 dollar vet bill). They would tear everything in the house apart, and when they knocked over a vase of lilacs that I had brought home, she blamed ME for it because she said the flowers were "wayyy to big"(!)
She wound up having to give all 3 kittens away when she moved out because she decided she couldn't take care of them.
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My roommate freshman year was a nice enough guy but we didn't mesh. I came to school with a 200 disc changer and a TV, he came with his physics books and a book full of Maynard Ferguson CDs. In all fairness I was probably his worst roommate ever as well and we promptly got single rooms as soon as the semester was over. It was good that I got a single room since I wasn't ready for the responsibilities of college. I would have been a bad roommate for almost anybody.
I also roomed with a bunch of friends the next year and we got along most of the time but being guys we never talked about it when we had problems with each other and it wasn't pleasant to live in the house for weeks at a time when we just avoided each other. But, it was great most of the time. That could have been a great year if we just communicated with each other.
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on the floor were about 50 bottles of all shapes and sizes filled with urine.
That is awesome.
and when they kicked him out wrote 'Fuck you Bitches' in his blood on the living room wall.
That is awesome.
I have nothing that awesome to add, but one funny story that still makes me laugh is about the passive-aggressive frat guy my friend and I lived with for two years in college. He was a fine roommate, no notes in blood or urine bottles or anything, always very friendly to my friend and I, kept quietly to himself most of the time, did all his partying and whatnot at other people's places. Really, almost the perfect roommate. He was Italian and really into cooking elaborate Italian meals for himself. A few months after he moved in with us my friend came back from a trip to Europe and presented him with a gift of some kind of fancy italian pasta that he bought for him in Italy.
Fast forward 2 years to the day we all graduate and have to move out of our place, to discover that this guy moved out secretly under cover of darkness and left us a long, elaborate note about how much he hated us, what terrible roommates we were, how much he hated living with us, etc. Blindsided to say the least. But the kicker was that, next to the note, he left the little bag of souvenir pasta, apparently as a little "Fuck you" to my friend. Harsh.
I love it because, even if he hated us, why not just eat the pasta? He ate pasta every single night. He made a special point to set that particular bag of pasta aside on principle, save it for two full years, and then ceremoniously give it back, rather than either eat it or throw it out. I love it.
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One college roommate turned out to be just a horrible person. After some girl had the nerve to break up with him, he called her parents while he was drunk, shouting multiple vulgarities, the most memorable being "I f-ed your daughter up the a__!" I'm sure he is having a bad life somewhere.
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I shared a dorm room with a mutant named Yuri. He used my phone while I was on Christmas break, running up about 1500 dollars on phone-sex charges and calls to his girlfriend in Russia. He was a big, dumb, rich jock, so when I confronted him, he just took a "Well, what are you gonna do about it" kind of attitude.
Well, what I did was email everyone on his contact list a copy of the bill, along with the story of what happened. Among the recipients were his parents, his professors, and his Russian girlfriend. Within a couple of weeks, his dad sent me a check, his girlfriend sent me a thank-you note (she dumped him), and his parents yanked him out of school.
Don't mess with the bull, son.
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I shared a dorm room with a mutant named Yuri. He used my phone while I was on Christmas break, running up about 1500 dollars on phone-sex charges and calls to his girlfriend in Russia. He was a big, dumb, rich jock, so when I confronted him, he just took a "Well, what are you gonna do about it" kind of attitude.
Well, what I did was email everyone on his contact list a copy of the bill, along with the story of what happened. Among the recipients were his parents, his professors, and his Russian girlfriend. Within a couple of weeks, his dad sent me a check, his girlfriend sent me a thank-you note (she dumped him), and his parents yanked him out of school.
Don't mess with the bull, son.
DORVID WINS!!
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I shared a dorm room with a mutant named Yuri. He used my phone while I was on Christmas break, running up about 1500 dollars on phone-sex charges and calls to his girlfriend in Russia. He was a big, dumb, rich jock, so when I confronted him, he just took a "Well, what are you gonna do about it" kind of attitude.
Well, what I did was email everyone on his contact list a copy of the bill, along with the story of what happened. Among the recipients were his parents, his professors, and his Russian girlfriend. Within a couple of weeks, his dad sent me a check, his girlfriend sent me a thank-you note (she dumped him), and his parents yanked him out of school.
Don't mess with the bull, son.
Fuck yes! What did he do? How did he not kill you?
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Yuri's on a Russian message board sharing his Horrible Roommate story about Dorvid ruining his life right now.
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I've had many...
1) in college I lived in an apartment style dorm with a guy who would talk constant filth about women, punched the walls all the time, ate everyone elses food and always would follow everyone around. After I moved out with him he finally snapped like I thought he would (living with men kind of made him keep it in check a bit) and began stealing his two female roommates underwear and when they kicked him out wrote 'Fuck you Bitches' in his blood on the living room wall.
but the winner
was a guy in college who I shared a room with who wanted to put up a wall-sized Led Zeppelin poster that looked like a D&D book cover but when I refused plastered the wall with pictures of Che and Che themed RATM posters.
I don't know, I'd say the panty-sniffing blood-writer is the clear winner here, even if the Led Zeppelin dude did threaten to beat you up.
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Fuck yes! What did he do? How did he not kill you?
Well I hid out for a couple days, and then we were both called into a meeting with some administration people. Yuri said he was sorry and that he was dropping out anyway(i think he was flunking out). They made us shake hands and promise to avoid each other until he left the college, promising to get the cops involved if any more threats or funny business occurred. I volunteered to stay at a friend's apartment for a couple of weeks.
I had to apologize to the professors who got the email, got reamed out by some Dean of something, and was put on disciplinary probation. It was worth it, though, if only to prove to my parents that it wasn't me who'd made the phone-sex calls. (I don't think they'd been entirely convinced until I sent them Yuri's father's check.)
But yes, Todd, I'm still waiting for him to find and kill me someday.
You're right, Junk - I probably ruined at least his late adolescence. I do have some regret and would handle it differently these days. But he was good-looking and had a ton of money, so I'm sure he landed on his feet, provided his father didn't disown him.
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My mom and dad gave me one of those toggle Tiffany necklaces with my initials engraved on it for my graduation. I didn't wear it much, but it meant a lot to me. She stole the necklace, SCRATCHED OUT MY INITIALS and when I asked her about it she claimed that she got it in Chinatown or something, even though I could clearly see where the initials had been scratched out.
Not sure why, but this one creeped me out even more than Eric's blood-writer.
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My freshman roommate in college was pretty terrible.
-He was a Drama major.
-He listened to the Rent soundtrack a lot.
-Also "Walking to Memphis."
-He wore a beret.
-More than once he left the "I'm in our room having sex" sign on our door all night, meaning I would be locked out and have to sleep in the common room or a friend's room.
-He had sex with his girlfriend while I was sleeping in the same room.
-He tried to date-rape a girl while I was sleeping in the same room.
-After two pregnancy scares with two different girls, he got his girlfriend pregnant. They didn't do anything about it until she was almost 6 months pregnant. At that point she had to drive down to Philly to get an abortion (the school was in Allentown). He didn't go with her, didn't support her at all, emotionally or financially.
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One of my roommates gave another one of my roommates crabs :)
I lived in a hell hole.
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I had a roommate who was so lame, she got kicked out of Wicca. What kind of person gets kicked out of Wicca?
She also bought urine on the black market to pass a drug test. She taped a tube of the urine to her leg so she could get it into the doctor's office unnoticed. She also never cleaned up after her cat, so the place stank and the cat's dingleberries were all over the apartment. Her boyfriend was constantly drunk and would show up at the apartment in the middle of the night and talk full-volume.
Even worse than the roommate was the person we were subletting from. She was a freelance paparazzi photographer and Jon Kennedy Jr. had a restraining order against her. One corner of our apartment had a pile of photo albums ceiling-high of JFK Jr. doing all imaginable things...jogging, eating, sunbathing, etc. When I told her that I saw JFK Jr. with Darryl Hannah on Martha's Vineyard, she nearly strangled me for not getting a picture, because their relationship had not made the tabloids yet.
Anyway, one day for no reason, she changed the locks on us and decided she didn't want us subletting anymore...the day I needed to get in and get my suit to be the best man at a wedding.
Thank God those days are behind me. Now my roommate is my wife. She's never been kicked out of Wicca.
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Can we infer that she is a paparazza?
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My freshman roommate in college was pretty terrible.
-He was a Drama major.
-He listened to the Rent soundtrack a lot.
-Also "Walking to Memphis."
-He wore a beret.
-More than once he left the "I'm in our room having sex" sign on our door all night, meaning I would be locked out and have to sleep in the common room or a friend's room.
-He had sex with his girlfriend while I was sleeping in the same room.
-He tried to date-rape a girl while I was sleeping in the same room.
-After two pregnancy scares with two different girls, he got his girlfriend pregnant. They didn't do anything about it until she was almost 6 months pregnant. At that point she had to drive down to Philly to get an abortion (the school was in Allentown). He didn't go with her, didn't support her at all, emotionally or financially.
wearing a beret and listening to "walking in memphis" all the time!?!? that really sucks SO MUCH!! what a creep!! i don't even know the guy but that pisses me off.
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One of my roommates gave another one of my roommates crabs :)
You do live in Baltimore (http://www.instantrimshot.com/)!
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My worst roommate doesn't hold a candle to the super-creeps inhabiting this post.
I went to a small Christian college for a couple years but that didn't mean anything to a roommate who after getting his girlfriend pregnant decided the best way to take care of the situation was to completely disappear after stealing $120 from my wallet (the only cash I had for food and laundry).
His replacement the next semester started selling weed on campus, bringing all the creepiest elements into the room and onto our patio. One morning when I showed up to work at my campus security job I got a call from local law enforcement checking up on the stolen car report. It turned out my roommate "borrowed" a car from a Japanese student, probably the nicest girl on campus, and never returned. After awhile I decided to box up all his stuff and discovered a whole lot of gross in the space between his bed and the wall.
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One of my roommates gave another one of my roommates crabs :)
You do live in Baltimore (http://www.instantrimshot.com/)!
HA! That was in Pittsburgh.
My roommates were from West Virginia.
*applause*
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That's why you should always wash your Terrible Towels.
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Yuri's on a Russian message board sharing his Horrible Roommate story about Dorvid ruining his life right now.
dos bedorvidya
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They didn't do anything about it until she was almost 6 months pregnant. At that point she had to drive down to Philly to get an abortion.
I'm no doctor, but that sounds a bit on the late side.
Back-alley abortion, maybe?
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besides this one: http://www.friendsoftom.com/forum/index.php/topic,1952.msg27959.html#msg27959 (http://www.friendsoftom.com/forum/index.php/topic,1952.msg27959.html#msg27959)
the roommate i had BEFORE that nutjob was in her fifties. it was a lady my mom knew from work who was paying her son's bills/bail/rent and (not surprisingly) was evicted from her apartment because she couldnt pay her own bills. i felt bad (not knowing anything about her past or paying her son's bills) and took her in under the impression she would move out in a month or two. in the meantime, she stole money from me ALL the time, smoked like a chimney, and went through my batteries like crazy.* needless to say, i stopped keeping cash in my wallet and she moved out NINE months later.
*this was before ipods so i used a cd player at work, needing an endless supply of batteries. but i noticed i was ending up with an odd amount of batteries frequently. seeing that my cd player used an even number of batteries, i knew she was stealing these as well. i brushed it off until one day i needed something that was kept in the closet in her room (used for general purposes) and on the table next to her bed i saw a small-enough-for-one-battery-operation vibrator next to an ENORMOUS bottle of baby oil. i hid my batteries after that discovery. gross.
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I love it because, even if he hated us, why not just eat the pasta? He ate pasta every single night. He made a special point to set that particular bag of pasta aside on principle, save it for two full years, and then ceremoniously give it back, rather than either eat it or throw it out. I love it.
I'd rather have a roommate with gross inconsiderate habits than live with a guy like that. That may be the most passive-aggressive person alive. He probably secretly harbored petty grievances for years but refused to communicate them, pretending everything was fine and dandy. All the while he seethed quietly, enamored with the twisted little drama playing out in his head. Over time the small things grew into full blown resentment.
I'm sure he was convinced he got one over by biding his time then striking the most hurtful blow he could imagine, but it really is hilarious. It just comes across as the impotent act of an emotional cripple.
I'd love the chance to punch this guy in the nuts. Just once.
I have never had a non-family roommate and thus no stories to contribute. But carry on FOTs.
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They didn't do anything about it until she was almost 6 months pregnant. At that point she had to drive down to Philly to get an abortion.
I'm no doctor, but that sounds a bit on the late side.
Back-alley abortion, maybe?
It's cutting it awfully close, but still legal. It varies from state to state, but past 6 months is generally illegal. I don't know the details, but I believe she had a hard time finding someone to do it, it cost a lot of money, and her parents had to get involved.
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Since fetuses are borderline viable at six months, that must have been a horrible, horrible experience for that poor girl. A hell of a lesson in the dangers of procrastination, though.
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Moving from the US to Canada I found a roommate to 'share a house' with from the newspaper (this was pre-Craigslist days and I was no longer a student). She was second generation Armenian-Canadian by way of Montreal, seemed a bit 'witchy' but sane enough and had a steady job, a good record collection and I needed a place to live.
After a month or so she starts complaining about the quality of my dish-washing, garbage toting, grocery shopping, skills. It seemed like a stretch at the time but when she insisted that we rearrange the household chores so that I do all of Arnold's old tasks, and she'll take care of the rest. Huh?
Here I deduce that she needed a roommate because she had just broken up with her sleazy photographer BF, and couldn't afford the rent by herself. maybe she had fontasies of her and Arnold getting back together and was just biding her time. As reality/depression began to sink in, I started to become this weird surrogate BF replacement around the house.
She would corner me in the bathroom while I was shaving and confess all kinds of horrible drepessing shit about Arnold's abusive behavior. Ask me why men are like that and other unanswerable questions. I told her I was her roommate not her soulmate, and that she REALLY needed to get professional help (I don't think it was that harsh but I was firm)
I came home once to her laying on her bed with candles listening to the Velvet Underground talking about how she had just taken all the pills in the house (she didn't).
So I spent less and less time there which turned me into an enemy. I'd come home to my stuff obviously riffled through. She'd call me at work and ask why I was 'against her'. I began to hide the knives.
After about a weeks absence I went 'home' to get some things and found the house surrounded by RCMP cars. The door is broken off the lock. There is a strange man's voice coming from inside. He lets me in and I discover about eight cops in the house... OH, did I mention that my roommate has been screaming her lungs out, "I'm going to killlll YOUUUUU!!!" over and over this whole time.
Turns out she called in her last goodbye/death threat against Arnold TO the cops, but they traced it to our house. The cops show up at the house, force their way in and then mace her to get her to drop a scissors she's brandishing (thank god I hid the knives). This is when the screaming begins. Granted those events were relayed to me by the cops on the scene, i can attest to the screaming and a scissors on the floor. After the fallout* they wheeled her out in plastic cuffs on a gurney and told me that she was being arrested under some law that required her to be under surveillance for three days.
I thought that would give me some time to pack and move. But later that night she came home barefoot with no visible ride (I still think she may have escaped).
*At one point the cops are asking me for some identification for her because she's not coherent much less cooperating, so I'm opening her desk drawers and lo and behold there's a big bag o' God's green herb. The cop says, "don't worry about that, we have more important things to worry about right now."
As they were leaving the same cop said, "She's not coming back for a few days, so if I were you I'd roll up some of what's in that bag there and relax." I know that sounds made up, but it is not. Maybe it will give you a clue as to which Canadian city this happened in.
Roommates no more. For life.
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at least no girl roommates, anyway. nothing against girls*, but horror stories with girl/GF roommates trump all other friend fall outs ive ever heard.
*seriously girls, no offense. chances are, this is a coincidental thing.
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i was going to come in here and post stories about my pathological liar ex-roommate but after reading all of your stories, i feel like she wasn't so bad. i mean, she was a total nutjob, but i've had so much fun talking about her over the years (she could tell twice as many lies as consolidated cardboard bill in half the time, except she believes her lies), that it was almost worth living with her for nine months.
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Moving from the US to Canada I found a roommate to 'share a house' with from the newspaper (this was pre-Craigslist days and I was no longer a student). She was second generation Armenian-Canadian by way of Montreal, seemed a bit 'witchy' but sane enough and had a steady job, a good record collection and I needed a place to live.
After a month or so she starts complaining about the quality of my dish-washing, garbage toting, grocery shopping, skills. It seemed like a stretch at the time but when she insisted that we rearrange the household chores so that I do all of Arnold's old tasks, and she'll take care of the rest. Huh?
Here I deduce that she needed a roommate because she had just broken up with her sleazy photographer BF, and couldn't afford the rent by herself. maybe she had fontasies of her and Arnold getting back together and was just biding her time. As reality/depression began to sink in, I started to become this weird surrogate BF replacement around the house.
She would corner me in the bathroom while I was shaving and confess all kinds of horrible drepessing shit about Arnold's abusive behavior. Ask me why men are like that and other unanswerable questions. I told her I was her roommate not her soulmate, and that she REALLY needed to get professional help (I don't think it was that harsh but I was firm)
I came home once to her laying on her bed with candles listening to the Velvet Underground talking about how she had just taken all the pills in the house (she didn't).
So I spent less and less time there which turned me into an enemy. I'd come home to my stuff obviously riffled through. She'd call me at work and ask why I was 'against her'. I began to hide the knives.
After about a weeks absence I went 'home' to get some things and found the house surrounded by RCMP cars. The door is broken off the lock. There is a strange man's voice coming from inside. He lets me in and I discover about eight cops in the house... OH, did I mention that my roommate has been screaming her lungs out, "I'm going to killlll YOUUUUU!!!" over and over this whole time.
Turns out she called in her last goodbye/death threat against Arnold TO the cops, but they traced it to our house. The cops show up at the house, force their way in and then mace her to get her to drop a scissors she's brandishing (thank god I hid the knives). This is when the screaming begins. Granted those events were relayed to me by the cops on the scene, i can attest to the screaming and a scissors on the floor. After the fallout* they wheeled her out in plastic cuffs on a gurney and told me that she was being arrested under some law that required her to be under surveillance for three days.
I thought that would give me some time to pack and move. But later that night she came home barefoot with no visible ride (I still think she may have escaped).
*At one point the cops are asking me for some identification for her because she's not coherent much less cooperating, so I'm opening her desk drawers and lo and behold there's a big bag o' God's green herb. The cop says, "don't worry about that, we have more important things to worry about right now."
As they were leaving the same cop said, "She's not coming back for a few days, so if I were you I'd roll up some of what's in that bag there and relax." I know that sounds made up, but it is not. Maybe it will give you a clue as to which Canadian city this happened in.
Roommates no more. For life.
um, her name wasn't Ani K., was it? I know somebody who fits this profile.
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This is the kind of thing that can happen when you name your son Arnold.
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i was going to come in here and post stories about my pathological liar ex-roommate but after reading all of your stories, i feel like she wasn't so bad.
Seriously! The red-bull shilling crack head who claimed to have invented the 'Vodka Bull' and almost burned our house down while me and the GF slept, pales in comparison.
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If you enjoy roommate horror stories, I suggest the book "He Died With A Felafel in His Hand" by John Birmingham. It's basically a collection of anecdotes of all the weird and terrible roommates the author has had. It made me laugh out loud consistently, and it has great re-read value. It's also a great bathroom book, since it's not linear or plot-focused.
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um, her name wasn't Ani K., was it? I know somebody who fits this profile.
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This is the kind of thing that can happen when you name your son Arnold.
the names in tonight's story have been changed to protect the identities of the innocent
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Exciting development: I found a new one-bedroom apartment! Moving in July. I can't promise I won't decorate the walls of this place in blood when I leave.
OK, well, maybe I can.
Can I?
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the cat's dingleberries
That's the opposite of "the cat's meow," right? If not, it should be!
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Exciting development: I found a new one-bedroom apartment! Moving in July.
CONGRATS!
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My freshman roommate in college was pretty terrible.
-He was a Drama major.
-He listened to the Rent soundtrack a lot.
-Also "Walking to Memphis."
-He wore a beret.
-More than once he left the "I'm in our room having sex" sign on our door all night, meaning I would be locked out and have to sleep in the common room or a friend's room.
-He had sex with his girlfriend while I was sleeping in the same room.
-He tried to date-rape a girl while I was sleeping in the same room.
-After two pregnancy scares with two different girls, he got his girlfriend pregnant. They didn't do anything about it until she was almost 6 months pregnant. At that point she had to drive down to Philly to get an abortion (the school was in Allentown). He didn't go with her, didn't support her at all, emotionally or financially.
what college was this if you don't mind me asking?
and this is the best thread ever.
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A list of awful roommates...
1- My first roommate was a kid from Tennessee that my school set me up with. He was so stupid he didn't understand how the Simpson's died at the end of every Halloween episode, and returned for the next episode alive. Seriously.
2- An underage alcoholic who would leave his car at a 45 degree angle in the driveway and his legs sticking out of the bathroom.
3- A trigger-happy Potato Gun owner with a hatred for the neighbors.
4-Another with an indoor fetish for fireworks.
5- A compulsive gambler who was once 11G's in the hole. His bookie would come around looking for him and I would have to lie and say he wasn't home while this dude hid in his room. Constables would come around too. He boned me for 500 in electrical when I left. He never switched it over to his name.
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4-Another with an indoor fetish for fireworks.
this played out well in my head
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4-Another with an indoor fetish for fireworks.
this played out well in my head
Played out horribly outside my bedroom every Saturday morning. He was a New Zealander. Those Kiwi's are crazy.
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A list of awful roommates...
1- My first roommate was a kid from Tennessee that my school set me up with. He was so stupid he didn't understand how the Simpson's died at the end of every Halloween episode, and returned for the next episode alive. Seriously.
You promised not to tell!
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The young man in question was from Union, TN. He did not do your state proud, Dave. He was the one who took me to see the Insane Clown Posse.
I understand those Union boys are a breed apart though.