Shitty Roommates

[ADM]

Not sure if a thread like this has been made, but I just came home to my room being open and porn in the history of Safari.  My ex-girlfriend moved out a couple months ago, so I offered the second bedroom (was office) to this guy I know.  He's graduated college, sort of a mess, but I had no clue of how big of a fuck up he was until a week in of living with him.  Eats my food/leftovers (I can understand eating a packet of ramen or something, but leftovers?), drinks my alcohol, fucked around with my synthesizers, and used my luffa.  Reading this I sound like I have the tightest asshole in the world, but whatever, I'm over living with someone.  The shitty thing is he already paid for the next couple of months.  Rent is up August 15th.  Currently looking for one-bedrooms.


Oh and he asked me to drive him to court tomorrow morning at 8AM.  YEAH RIGHT.

[SteveBeat]

Moving into my first solo apartment on the 30th.  Happiest guy in the world.

[ADM]

I can't wait till I can say the same.  There was a grace period from when the ex moved out and this guy moved in of like 2-3 weeks.  IT WAS AMAZING.

[vint]

Living with people is hard. There are only a few people I've had problem free living arrangements and with them none of us cared who jerked off at the computer, or drank each other's booze (we'd just get 'em back) or ate each other's food (again, just get each other back), and I've never been one to have wierd hangups about personal hygene products.

I know that I've been the "shitty roomate" before, I guess because I'm just not as tight as alot of people are. I don't eat people's food unless I know it's cool, I don't smoke their weed or drink their beer, but I'm sure people have been annoyed with plenty of things about me. Oh well.

I've certainly had shitty roomates myself, but they're actually really horrible human beings, like violent, fucked up deaf people and junkies and shit. One of my old roomates purposely destroyed a van a couple of weeks after I bought it. Spent all my money on the thing and he poured oil in the brake lines. My brakes locked up and it was going to cost a couple of grand to fix them.

[Vinnie]

Had my fair share of shitty roomates (John K and DanzigPictureDisc can vouch), wiggers are tough to live with.

Into my joint alot right now. Kevin, let's see if you can be the shitty roommate for me at this house. Heh, got a couch bed ready for ya!

[dS]

I live with my girlfriend and that's cool (she just walked over and handed me the pipe actually).  I think you get to a certain age and it gets difficult to live with friends.  None of my roommates have been particularly bad, or like Kevin said, it's been a give and take (all of us were bad roommates).  At this point I can't imagine living with a person I don't have a sexual relationship with.

[plastic bag baby]

I have only had roommates once and it was right after I got out of the dorm; one of them was great and we got along really well (my best friend at the time, who's Japanese) but the other guy... yeesh!! spoiled fucking rotten mama's boy only child from Seoul, Korea who was OK- if pretty uptight- until he found out he couldn't avoid his mandatory military service over there any more and that made him flip the fuck out (which I understand, I guess)

started snapping on us for nothing at all, ate all our food (we didn't want any of his Korean stuff, though, because we couldn't read what it said on the package and anyway it didn't look good) and got INCREDIBLY paranoid any time we would be talking in Japanese (I have said before that I was studying Japanese in college at the time and it helps to practice, right? funny part is, he was too!!)- we wouldn't be talking about him at all of course but, just to fuck with him, I would intentionally say "ano Kankokujin" ("that Korean person") out of nowhere

and then he left me a note on either our washer or dryer (I forget) that said- I'm not kidding about this- "Don't be try to occupy everything"!! I was classmates again with him a few years later (in Japanese II, oddly enough) and he had calmed down a lot, but told me was VERY glad he didn't have to deal with grenades and things like that anymore

a hew years later, a buddy of mine from college was living in my dining room on his futon and tried to kick me out of my own apartment when he had a lady over; he's still my friend, but of course I asked him to leave after that...

[Vince Clortho Keymaster of Gozac]

wiggers are tough to live with.

I can get behind that statement.

[Insensitivemonster]

I've moved a lot, and have held plenty of bad roommates (but some really good ones too). I've also been a bad roommate.. (I'm really messy.. G-lo can attest to that.).  I think at this point of my life I can only deal with living with a S.O. or alone (although I've never lived alone.. so can't really guarantee that I could do that either)

Bad roommate situations:
    Being the only girl in a 7-9 dude punk house (the numbers varied). I shared a basement with 4 other guys. There were no 'rooms'.. just a bunch of mattresses in a basement.  The roommates were ok, but people weren't good at buying toilet paper. Usually it was down to a bunch of zines (ever wipe with MRR? It doesn't do the trick). It was a party house next door to the all-ages space.

The guy who booked the space next door didn't live at our house, but he'd tell bands they could stay with us (but never asked/warned us in advance)  Any given night, there were between 10-20 people staying at the house. So many cockroaches. Such a fucked situation. They were all super PC vegetarians who were freaking out over the fact that I would cook (and eat) meat.  My rent was dirt cheap (65/month), but after 3 months.. I had to move out. Funny enough, that band the Voodoo Glow Skulls helped me move my shit from the basement to my car (I think this was in 1991? 1992?)  Immediately after living there, I scored a place to stay in this ridiculous penthouse apartment in downtown Indianapolis (16th and Penn). It was some ridiculous 4 bedroom 3 bath place that a bunch of art school kids rented. 2 of them were on a cross country roadtrip for the summer, so their other roommate let me stay there for free. I ate all of their perishable food (it would have gone bad before they returned, so I had zero guilt), and enjoyed living rent free.

   Other bad roommate situation: Living with 3 other girls. It wasn't so bad to begin with.. but turned out that one of them LOVED having big ass parties. That part wouldn't have been so bad, but she flyered the nasty ass trust fund art school coke bar. The parties would wind down around 2am, but once the bars closed, we'd get a surge of another 25-75 people (usually around 3am).  Douchebag central.   Our toilet couldn't handle that much use in one night, so the next day we'd usually have to deal with an overflowing toilet and a visit from a plumber.  good times!

Bonus: the roommate who LOVED to party and have big parties, wasn't so good at cleaning up after the party.

[grandmaster satch and the bi-curious five]

a few years ago, this guy from across the alley who was a little down on his luck asked my roommate and me if he could stay with us for awhile.  he'd already spent a lot of time at our place and knew what it was like (not exactly tidy), but for some reason, he decided we'd be his kinda folks.  anyway, so he moves in and halfway through week one he posts house rules!  at OUR fucking house, this asshole posts HOUSE RULES!  things rapidly went downhill from there...

and then there was that one month we let lee "the crazy cabbie" mroszak (sp?) live with us...

that ended with my roommate smashing a glass over lee's head, lee crying and then moving out the next day. 

[SSR]

"used my luffa"?

[frankie teardrop]

They are talking about intimate gay stuff.

[Vinnie]

"used my luffa"?

I laughed at that too. I always laugh at that word. Makes me think of Caddyshack.

"Could you LUFFA my stretch mark?!"

[bradx]

i only had one roommate i didnt mind, steve smut, and he did things like piss out the window and stuff, but anytime he left i'd toss his room and steal his weed. 

the worst was probably this crackhead who moved into the homeless shelter i was staying at in florida, his name was donny and i wrote a song about it.

another time i shared an 8x8 room above a bar with a drunk friend and his girl, laying on the floor right next to them fucking and stuff, and he would get wasted and stand up pissing in circles.  i remember one time we were stacking shit on a record he was playing, seeing how long it would take him to notice until it had food, beer, cigarette butts all on it.  he didnt notice until the tonearm reached the stack o shit. 

[Claire Dactyl]

My worst living situation was when I lived in the dorms when I first moved to Milwaukee.  Our dorms have suite setups, where three bedrooms share a single bathroom.  There were five girls in my suite, including me, and the other four had all been homecoming queen at their respective high schools.  Not even exaggerating.  All four of them.

Also, they were all dumb as rocks and thought I was fucking weird.  I think they probably thought I was a lesbian or something.