My roommate is SO cool. After all these years, he doesn't piss me off by bringing over his buddies that eat all the food in the fridge that I bought. His buddies also don't drink the booze that I hid in the cabinet above the fridge, behind the tupperware. His buddies also don't park their vehicles sideways in the driveway of the house that I PAY RENT FOR, blocking MY PARKING SPACE.
Oh, that's right...I DON'T HAVE ANY ROOMMAGES b/c roommates suck my ass. Been there, done that. When the rest of you actually pass 25 years old and actually desire some independence, you'll realize that living alone (or with a 6-foot Amazon blond named Helga VonStrudel) is where it's at. Men are pigs. Don't ever live w/one. <--no innuendo inferred.
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My last male roommate and I shared a 3-bedroom house. We each had a spot in the garage, no big deal. BUT.
He got paid every Friday. He'd stop at the supermarket and buy a $20 steak and $5 gormet potato salad and a $40 bottle of booze and a $9 tub of Excellent Ice Cream etc. and proceed to eat it all by himself. I don' have a problem w/that. But he'd leave his plate/knife/fork/spoon/napkins/bowl/glass on the table. All sdamn weekend. Oh yeah. If I went out Friday night, I'd come home and not only find his dinner dishes sitting there, but his socks, pants and sometimes his drawers....ON THE FRUCKIN' TABLE!!!:Q:Q:Q:Q:Q
Again, men are pigs, slobs and need to be trained that Mommy isn't picking up after you anymore. I love living alone. I NEVER leave clothes lying around; that's what the laundry basket is for. But then again, all magazines on the table need to be stacked neatly, overlapping no more than 1/4-inch on either side. All soda/beer cans in the fridge need to be neatly lined up , so counting them (so I know how much to buy at the market) is easier...I'm a bit OCD....and difficult to live with. But damn is my place neat.
