I had a female roommate once. Worst person to live with ever. She was always cold, so in the summer she put the AC on 80 fucking degrees and 78 degrees for heat in the winter. She constantly left her clothes in the washer/dryer and left for the day. I would often take them out so I could do my own laundry and then put them back when mine finished. She came home once to find her clothes on the counter and mine cleaning (after she had left hers in the machines for 8 hours) and took my wet clothes out and through them into a pile of cans she and her cousin stacked on the floor.
The walls in our apartment were thin and I could hear through them. She was always in her cousin's bedroom playing around--and I heard them having activities on more than one occasion. Later they were marked as "In a relationship" with each other on Facebook. Disgusting redneck farmers. They also wanted me to wash their dishes as a turn, even though I washed all my own dishes as soon as I finished with them. They actually left our double sink full of pots, pans, and dishes for five weeks with a note saying it was my turn to wash them. (I had even washed their dishes on the prior rotation because my parents were visiting.)
My third roommate had his girlfriend over every day. She was just as bad, if not worse. She and her boyfriend (my actual roommate) used up rolls of my toilet paper and never bought any of their own. Once a month or so he would bring in a roll he stole from some bathroom. After a few months I left all my toilet paper in my locked room. (I'm so glad we had keyed locks.) They became pissed at that and kept insisting it was my turn to buy toiletries. I never did, and they never had toilet paper.
The two of them had sex every day and were really loud and annoying about it. I had to hear, "Josh, Don't. Stop it Josh. That hurts. Let me do it," every fucking day. She was also very loud in general, and I had to listen to her Fran Dresher voice as she whined about the stupidest shit all the time. The two of them fought all the time and destroyed parts of our apartment and tried to blame me. She even kicked a hole in his door at one point. I thought about throwing a piece of fish into the hole before I left the apartment for good--as he was staying the next year--but I opted against it as it was also hurting the apartment company.
The girlfriend also goaded her boyfriend into doing things against me, including throwing trash against my bedroom door and sweeping up dust under the door into my room. I hated those fuckfaces!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Since they used my dishes and kettles, about a month before I left I took all those belongings to my room so that had nothing to cook with or eat on. They both threw a fit about me doing that.
The final straw occurred after the fuck-buddy cousins left. They flooded the bathroom and used all my towels to sop up their shitty mess. Then they went into the kitchen and, once again, she goaded him into moving my baking soda from the freezer into the fridge. I put a note on it because they kept doing so after I asked them to stop. I heard a slam and heard them laugh and then leave. I went to get something from the fridge and saw all the wet towels in the bathroom. Then I checked the freezer/fridge and the baking soda had moved. Fuck them, I thought. I ran from the apartment and started yelling at the roommate and his girlfriend. I told them to "leave my fucking stuff alone." About ten minutes later, they stormed back into the apartment and started trying to yell and intimidate me. I was about 1 foot taller than him and much larger. I explained that day's issues and they denied it. (Like a ghost moved the baking soda.) Then the girlfriend claimed I plugged the bathroom that morning. (I didn't use it that day, liars!) I held my hand up to her face and said that I was talking to my roommate, not her. That was the best feeling I ever had.
The walls in our apartment were thin and I could hear through them. She was always in her cousin's bedroom playing around--and I heard them having activities on more than one occasion. Later they were marked as "In a relationship" with each other on Facebook. Disgusting redneck farmers. They also wanted me to wash their dishes as a turn, even though I washed all my own dishes as soon as I finished with them. They actually left our double sink full of pots, pans, and dishes for five weeks with a note saying it was my turn to wash them. (I had even washed their dishes on the prior rotation because my parents were visiting.)
My third roommate had his girlfriend over every day. She was just as bad, if not worse. She and her boyfriend (my actual roommate) used up rolls of my toilet paper and never bought any of their own. Once a month or so he would bring in a roll he stole from some bathroom. After a few months I left all my toilet paper in my locked room. (I'm so glad we had keyed locks.) They became pissed at that and kept insisting it was my turn to buy toiletries. I never did, and they never had toilet paper.
The two of them had sex every day and were really loud and annoying about it. I had to hear, "Josh, Don't. Stop it Josh. That hurts. Let me do it," every fucking day. She was also very loud in general, and I had to listen to her Fran Dresher voice as she whined about the stupidest shit all the time. The two of them fought all the time and destroyed parts of our apartment and tried to blame me. She even kicked a hole in his door at one point. I thought about throwing a piece of fish into the hole before I left the apartment for good--as he was staying the next year--but I opted against it as it was also hurting the apartment company.
The girlfriend also goaded her boyfriend into doing things against me, including throwing trash against my bedroom door and sweeping up dust under the door into my room. I hated those fuckfaces!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Since they used my dishes and kettles, about a month before I left I took all those belongings to my room so that had nothing to cook with or eat on. They both threw a fit about me doing that.
The final straw occurred after the fuck-buddy cousins left. They flooded the bathroom and used all my towels to sop up their shitty mess. Then they went into the kitchen and, once again, she goaded him into moving my baking soda from the freezer into the fridge. I put a note on it because they kept doing so after I asked them to stop. I heard a slam and heard them laugh and then leave. I went to get something from the fridge and saw all the wet towels in the bathroom. Then I checked the freezer/fridge and the baking soda had moved. Fuck them, I thought. I ran from the apartment and started yelling at the roommate and his girlfriend. I told them to "leave my fucking stuff alone." About ten minutes later, they stormed back into the apartment and started trying to yell and intimidate me. I was about 1 foot taller than him and much larger. I explained that day's issues and they denied it. (Like a ghost moved the baking soda.) Then the girlfriend claimed I plugged the bathroom that morning. (I didn't use it that day, liars!) I held my hand up to her face and said that I was talking to my roommate, not her. That was the best feeling I ever had.
) sexual tension. They're basically like my sisters, we talk about each other's love lives without any awkwardness.
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