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Not sure how to start this...
so i have mostly posted here when drunk and crazy.
my house mate got me into many thousands of dollars in debt due do drugs and alcohol leading to me going similarly crazy just minus the drugs. just lots of booze
anyone else have similar experiences? where did you draw the line if they were a friend?
etc.. etc.
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Can we just post funny stories about things that happened with roomies?
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my house mate got me into many thousands of dollars in debt due do drugs and alcohol leading to me going similarly crazy just minus the drugs. just lots of booze
anyone else have similar experiences? where did you draw the line if they were a friend?
I draw the line at them borrowing but not paying back significant sums of money. Is this person even paying their part of the rent? If not then kick the fucker out. And don't cave to his protests, because he will of course protest. A deadbeat who takes all your money and holds it against you when you want it back is no friend.
Also, I second sonofz. Although I'm not sure there are any stories about my old roommates that I haven't already posted multiple times on this forum.
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my house mate got me into many thousands of dollars in debt due do drugs and alcohol leading to me going similarly crazy just minus the drugs. just lots of booze
anyone else have similar experiences? where did you draw the line if they were a friend?
this guy is not your friend. get rid of him.
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See Tommy if all of us had inordinate incomes like you do we might have the same philosophy. I personally have a love-hate relationship with money, because I really dislike it and its effect on many people, as well, but I want the freedoms that come with the having of it in a money-based and -focused society.
I always thought that it was a shame that most western cultures did away with bartering and trading, anyway. I think I want to have a business one day where both are allowed.
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Man I am student with no job. My income is what I can steal and/or make by prostitution and the odd amateur gay porn vid. Yours is inordinate by comparison.
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Hey rent for my cardboard box is expensive.
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Do you live in California?
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In the immortal words of Shakespeare, "Neither a lender nor a borrower be. Unless, of course, you are getting blow jobs as an advance."
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By "friend" do you mean "drug dealer"?
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Hey rent for my cardboard box is expensive.
Word. Poor college kids unite!
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It's sad, but yeah, I know exactly where tommy's coming from. The fact that you're dealing with an informal economy and have no real way to protect your interests other than opting out entirely or confrontation is for me the single biggest argument against drug use even if you do think you can handle your use fine. In such an enviroment sooner or later you're likely to meet someone who's going to be a dick about it, and I just don't think it's worth the aggravation even when things are going relatively smoothly, and that's even before you get to the part where people fuck up their priorities and become deadbeats. Mixing friendship with money matters is just bad in general.
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My friends and I try to live on an informal system of paybacks. They realize I make peanuts compared to them so they are nice enough to cover certain expenses when we hang out. There is no explicit repayments by me, though I do try to treat at less expensive venues. This seems to work fine and helps iron out some of the income differences between us.
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My old roomie and I liked to drink a lot, and when we drank we liked to listen to Bush and Pearl Jam. We lived in college town appartments, the kind that had been inhabited by 1200 drunken idiots before us, and the stains on the walls and floor were just barely covered over with the latest coat of paint. These apartments were small, and the main attraction in our livingroom was a 32in Tube TV, not one those nice new flat ones. Besides weighing 500 lbs, this TV had the loudest speakers of any television I have ever heard, so we watched Bush and Pearl Jam DVDs on it, jumped around the livingroom, knocked shit off all the shelves, and basically had a great time. I had checked out a copy of "The Romance (or Tragedy, or something) or Tristan and Isolte" for a paper in Early British Lit, and one night my roomie decided it would be fun to take the book and jump up and hit the ceiling with it when we were rocking out. A couple weeks later we were partying with a friend of ours and were taking turns jumping up and hitting the ceiling with the book until we realized how ridiculous it was and started laughing. We ended up with a hole in the cieling and the poor book trashed so I had to pay for a new one for the library. I'm still not sure why we started smashing the book against the ceiling in the first place, but it sure was fun.
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I hate lending friends money. I've got a friend who owes me a hundred bucks. I haven't seen him in about a year, because I think he avoids me.. don't really blame him, as he owes me a hundred bucks. Oh well.
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I have a policy of never lending money unless i can afford to never get it back. As it stands one of my mates owes me a pizza. I plan to have it repayed next week. Or I'll break his thumbs.
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Yeah, I've had a lot of trouble with being to nice and subbing a certain girl a twenty here and there whenever she needed it. Problem is, she's a royal bitch and doesn't talk to me any more. She actually gave me her guitar as payment, but then took it back when we fell out, and now I'm down money and a guitar. I hate people.
Yeah, don't lend money to folks. And if you're getting in trouble because of it, and they're still refusing to pay you back, I think that's the point where they're no longer considered a friend. There's being down on your luck, and there's taking advantage.
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Me and my friends have a policy of no counting, but always return the favor. And we do, most of the time. Anyway, moochers should all burn in hell. My brother had a guy mooch off of him for months and then the guy basically robbed him and left. He stole the car and a bunch of stuff. He did get caught and arrested, but they found the car with everything in it on fire in a ditch. Yeah, so this guy was basically a crook and a meth addict that somehow wheedled himself into my brother's trust. I wanted to kill both of them.
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I once lent my friend 1400$ for a bike he wanted to buy, in exchange for the assurance that he would pay me back within several months due to an impending windfall employment. He didn't get the job and then our mutual best friend was using the bike once and it got stolen. I've given up on the money at this point because neither of them is in a position to pay me back and therefore both are quick to point out that the responsibility should be placed on the other. It's not worth it for me, mainly because coming up with that kind of money isn't in their capability anyway.
On the other hand, I've lent money to lots of my friends, sometimes in pretty heavy amounts, and I've never truly been punished for it (my friends are really good about fulfilling debts for the most part). I guess the above story would suggest otherwise but at the time I was actually in a pretty good position to lend the money out and my income was accelerated enough that by the time it became an issue (when the bike got stolen) I honestly didn't need the money anymore, so I don't count it as much of a loss.
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Yeah, I'm fine with occasionally "lending" out money that I never expect to see again, but there's a definite line between generosity and setting yourself up for a spill.
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I have never lent money to anyone besides my sister, and she has never failed to pay me back. I plan to keep it that way.
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I will lend friends something like $1 or whatever when they need it, but that's really about it. I don't like lending money and I also don't like borrowing it, unless it's for $1, which usually is because I don't have any cash at work and therefore can't get a drink from the vending machine.
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I don't really lend money to people. I give them money, say I'm lending it, and don't expect it back.
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My brother has stolen small amounts of money from me before to pay for drugs. (He owes me somewhere in the realm of 50$, but I stole some pot from him which he never found out about, so now it's more like 20$) He keeps promising to pay me back, but he still does not have a job and is not actively looking for one, because he is content to be mooching off my parents (who are tired of listening to his excuses). He recently one 100$ in a fantasy football pool, but instead of paying people back (he's also had some run-ins with dealers and apparently owes more than just our family), he goes and buys a half ounce of mexican crapweed.
In terms of lending people money, I don't have a lot to lend, but I don't lend unless I'm absolutely positive I'll get it back. Or unless I believe it's something I'm willing to lose money on (an investment, in this case). I lent my best friend 200 for car insurance, which I got back, and I've been buying computer parts for a friend of mine so he can start writing (which he's really good at, he just needs a spell checker/grammar checker) which he can't afford because him, his girlfriend, his brother and a friend/tenant are basically paying rent/utilities on the house while their mom lies on the couch watching movies/tv all day. Two of those people are currently out of a job, and one's a drug dealer, and they've got hospital bills to pay. Basically I'm helping them because they're up shit creek and don't deserve it.
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Not really about lending money... but the first share-house I ever moved into was an absolute cliche of a student share-house.
One time the washing-up was left for so long that a small plant sprouted out of the grouting next to the sink, obviously a grain-seed of some description had germinated and made a desperate bid for freedom. Other attractions included: A slowly expanding hole in the kitchen floor covered with chopping boards taped over it, a light switch in the bathroom that gave you small jolts whenever someone would use the shower, the Slug Cupboard, some random unemployed musician living in the garage, and to top it off, one time the upstairs neighbour's pipes started leaking, giving us a steady indoor drizzle which the dodgy landlord refused to fix for a week, leading to the adoption of indoor umbrellas.
Good times!
On the plus side, every other house I've ever lived in seems much nicer in comparison.
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Didn't someone make a thread last year about how their previous roommate jacked 500 dollars of possessions and didn't return his safety deposit?
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So far as terrible roommates go, I've been pretty lucky. Landlords have been a terror, but I have never gone terribly into debt for a friend.
A movie this thread reminds me of is He died with a Falafel in His Hand.
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A movie this thread reminds me of is He died with a Falafel in His Hand.
that book is great. anyone wanting to share a house should read it. the movie is also good.
i wasn't willing to lend money as i don't have it and i am now in awful debt and have many other problems but i was mostly trying to cover my own arse with the rental records and all that. if i get evicted it's pretty impossible to get a lease again. it sucks seeing someone fall so hard. also, it was a she and she was freaking arrested for assaulting me and her boyfriend, cut herself up real bad and tried to set herself on fire with nail polish remover...luckily she has gone!!! hell yes! rehab for a year!
i don't expect to get any money back though. at least i got a fridge! my food is nice and cold
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The best way to deal with an asshole roommate is to start leaving small pieces of their most precious items laying around without ever taking the blame for slowly destroying anything that holds important memories. Psychological warfare is always the answer.
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or you can pee on their bed when they leave but still have furniture waiting for someone to move it! score!! being drunk and angry is the best thing ever
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Maybe just move all their stuff out on to the street and move someone else into their room. Also change the locks. When they come back claim that you don't know who they are. If it is an apartment you might have to pay off some off the neighbours to go along with the "prank".
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Not a money-lending story, but definitely a crazy housemate.
I met this guy almost four years ago when I first moved out of my parents house. I rented a room from a family friend, and this guy was as well. He was a nice guy, and all, but a little off the reservation. Since he was 15, he never spent more than 6 months in the same place, he had been jumping around states attending a semester of college in whatever city he came to. He rode his bike everywhere. End of semester comes, he moves out.
Now, a year and a half ago, he comes back to attend my uni again. He bought some house a mile away from the uni, and claims to have fallen in love with the state. Then one day, in the middle of the semester, he's biking to class through a "shifty" neighborhood, and is approached by three men. The men attempt to mug him. He decks one of them, breaks the second's elbow, and the third runs off, but not before they break four ribs and destroys his ankle.
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One of the best pranks, was to paper mache over the door, painting it to match the walls.
"where is your room? well, where did you leave it last?"
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I had a really terrible roommate who just moved out a few weeks ago. *celebration dance*
She co-signed a 1 year lease with me, and decided to skip out 6 months early, giving me 11 days notice. Then, the next day I got fired from my job (okay, not her fault, but still really bad timing). The best part is, her parents gave her several thousand dollars for Christmas but didn't "allow" her to pay rent with it, because her mother thought I was scamming her.
"But we're still friends, right?" Uhh.... what? Sorry. You lost friend privileges when you basically stole $600 from me. Not to mention she destroyed her blinds and spilled something on the nice hardwood floors that is not coming off, so I'm not going to be getting all (if any) of my damage deposit back.
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my housemate takes stupid large amounts of acid (i've done acid before, but this is something else).
that might be alright by itself but it's all he ever talks about now, about his "visions" and how he can heal people by laying hands on them, which is so bloody tedious.
he once took a "heroic dose" and trashed our lounge room, wrote stuff in permanent marker on our TV, and stuck some of his own bizarre and awful artwork up in our lounge room.
he's moving to newtown next month, which is great, because we were going to have a Discussion About Drugs In The House. THAT would have been horrible, not only because i like to take drugs very occasionally, but because the dude concerned is sociopathically clever and manipulative and usually has to win every argument. so basically he would have rhetorically speared us through the guts.
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Well there was this one place I used to share with Adium way back in the day and whoa the shit that went down in that house, fuckin nutso, fuckin nutso for real guys.
Man that time when we got invited out to AIM's birthday, that was so fuckin cool, that's why I liked living with Adium, dude is cool enough to get invited out to the wack shit but is not too cool to chill with his old bud Gabbly.
Well at least he used to not be too cool for me. Mofo don't even take my calls anymore, let alone make me a plus one when MSN had that big Halloween bash.
Fuck that dude. Really. Fuck that dude.
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one of my room mates is just loud and obsessive compulsive. she slams her door repeatedly each time she closes it, cleans the house every day, and wears her damn snowy boots inside. She upsets me greatly, and I have only had reason to be pissed at her once, when she woke everyone up in the house with her music and door-slamming.
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Gabbly, stop being such a dick and get some therapy. Cripes.
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But Gabbly, I like Adium.
Is it okay if I... I mean, do you think it'd be weird if I... Okay. Look, can I have his phone number?
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Liz, maybe you ought to stop judging so harshly and being a little more supportive, maybe then Gabbly wouldn't need therapy.
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Why don't you and Gabbly just get a room already?
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ElIzZyBeTh (girl damn, why do you not spell your name like that all the time? With the double zs and the y!?) girl I would give it to you if I had but I do not anymore and that is the cold hard truth when you roll with cold hard bitches like Adium. You're more than welcome to mine, as always, for a lady.
Misconception, girlfriend, why don't you quit taking your shit out on me? Go get yourself in your therapy, and quit being such a dick (sucker) yourself.
Slick, I don't need you to get my back. You go fight your own battles, you got plenty to speak. I don't need your pity.
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Hey Gabbly.
Up yours.
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HEY MISCONCEPTION, WHY DON'T YOU GO FELATE SOME PUPPIES. I HEAR THEY LIKE IT WHEN YOU PRACTICE ON THEM.
HEY MISCONCEPTION, WHY DON'T YOU GO PLAY TAG ON THE FREEWAY. WITH YOUR FAVORITE PUPPY.
HEY MISCONCEPTION, I HEARD THAT THE LAST TIME YOU WENT TO A MACDONALDS THEY CLOSED UP SHOP. BECAUSE YOU ATE EVERYTHING. BECAUSE YOU ARE REALLY FAT. BECAUSE YOU EAT PUPPIES ALL THE GODDAMNED TIME.
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I just wish my roommate would spend time at her boyfriend's place instead of vice versa.
Also if she would stop ashing in any convenient dish and leaving soggy butts in the kitchen sink.
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Guys I get the feeling from my housemates that I am becoming That Guy that no one wants living with them. Like, I mean I clean up after myself, but it takes me two or three days to actually do it. I don't do the dishes until after a few weeks of everyone else doing them I get sick of how they just get crusted with food from being tossed straight in the dishwasher; my own dishes tend to soak with water in them from whenever it is that I finish using them to whenever the next time I go down to the kitchen is. I am up at odd hours, listen to music without headphones (which counts as loud I guess because this house echoes so goddamn much), and right now the vacuum cleaner and the brooms and stuff are out on top of some of my rugs that need cleaning that I just haven't gotten around to (they are sitting on the landing on the stairs). And sometimes I do crazy things like masturbate or have sex or whatever in my room, but I get the feeling that it makes at least the girl with whom I share the bathroom uncomfortable because she's right on the other side of the wall and, like I said, the house isn't very soundproof.
I do almost all of this in my room, though! Guys, is this ok?
I did clean the paint splatters out of my side's sink in the bathroom today, which have been there since Dec 20 and I just haven't bothered to bleach, though.
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Eh, loudness is ok with me, dishes however...
I absolutely hate people who leave the house without doing dishes. Im not that much of a neatfreak, but i have a hatred of having to do dishes to be able to use my own wok/cup/spatula/knife.
Its actually not that hard to do! And things are easier to clean up if you dont let them crust over for the 2 weeks you are on holidays! Myself, i a). try do do my dishes every 24 hours, and if i leave the house before that, make sure there isnt anything of me in the kitchen (if you leave dishes, and i know they are yours, you WILL find them in your bed when you get back) b). am trying hard not to be a dick to housemates
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Well, I only really do it to my dishes. Also I hate doing them too, which is why I let them soak, rather than using a ton of water to try and get the pressure up to blast all the food particles off.
Also I do not leave things over the holidays. That would just be retarded.
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Man I think I am really good about dishes. Mostly I just use one bowl and spoon or one glass at a time, and I wash it and leave it in the rack to dry. It's when my douchebag roomie started to leave his rice-filled pots and pans and bowls and all of that ALL OVER THE HOUSE that things got to be a problem, and it really pissed me off. None of it was mine but I still ended up getting yelled at by both my roomies, and it REALLY pissed me off because Bruce was yelling at me for not doing his goddamn dishes.
I don't even like rice, what the hell.
I was good about shit otherwise though. I kept all my junk to myself, for the most part, and I was quiet when other people were home. And when I clogged the toilet? I got us a plunger. BOOYAH.
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Yeah the one thing I am bad about leaving in the sink all the time is the bowl from my rice cooker.
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That was the worst thing, we didn't have a rice cooker, we just had a bunch of pots, and they'd be all crusty from dried-out rice.
BONUS: He tried to tell me I was 'wasting water' when I filled it up to soak it. It took all I had to not club him to death with the thing.
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My best friend, who lives downstairs, just got rid of a terrible roommate who never did dishes. She found it very annoying, but not as annoying as when he came home drunk and peed on the living room carpet. She woke up to the sound of him peeing outside her bedroom door. The scary thing is he was drunk enough he couldn't find/make it to the bathroom, but he drove himself home.
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My old roommate used to make these lazy ass cheese sandwiches in the microwave all the time without a plate. He'd use waaaay too much of this really cheap government mass produced style cheese shit to make them and it'd ooze out all over the place and he'd never clean it up. By the time I'd get home from work and classes the stuff would be dried out and roughly as tough as bondo to remove from the microwave's turntable without soaking it for ages. I still get pissed off just thinking about it.
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Kraft instant velveeta and shells. You basically gotta wash it the instant you're done eating it, because once it solidifies it's near-impossible to remove.
Both of my roommates and myself are rather messy people, and we leave dishes and shit out for long periods of time, with no real complaints because we're all just about equally as lazy. Every couple weeks my roommate's girlfriend comes and visits, and she always bitches about how dirty it is, and ends up doing all of our dishes and sweeping the floor and shit. We always tell her she doesn't have to do it, and that we'll get around to it eventually, but she always ends up cleaning up for us. I guess I can't really complain, saves me from doing it.
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Yeah my last roommate was pretty cool about everything. We would let each other know when the other's trashcan was starting to smell off, but dishes and stuff got done when they got done.
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Guys, this is the thread I was born to post in. I have been both the horrible insane flatmate with massive drug problems and strange people coming around at 3 am trying to barter a stereo for speed before, as well as the hard done by flatmate, so I like to think I have pretty decent perspective on what makes a decent flatmate and what doesn't.
Man, borrowing money off your housemates is a pain. Lending your housemates money is a pain. Basically I try to avoid doing either unless someone offers to lend me the money for something communal, like to chip in on a pizza or to grab some beers down the pub while the landlord inspects everything. I refuse to lend money except in the same circumstances, or if I know a brother is really hurting, and as Jimmy says
I have a policy of never lending money unless i can afford to never get it back
This is good policy for a person to have.
The first house I lived in was a run down 4 bedroom place on top of another place. The bottom floor was sublet to a rather nice family who deserved better than the chaos that went on above them. The 4 bedrooms were each leased to a seperate person for 70 bucks a week, no bond, and water/electricity completely included. This was a very good deal for the time and place it was being offered, and as a result, the upstairs of the house wound up as kind of a beach for human driftwood. For the 8 months I lived there, the people I lived with were included but not limited to
- A huge football player type who kept leaving protein shakes around the place, as well as an impressive newspaper collection which if it was ever thrown out, or even tidied up, would send him into a psychosis, smashing furniture. I learned fast that it was simply not a good idea to leave anything that belonged to me out in the living room and eventually it was basically a few milkcrates and a bong, seeing as this guy stayed for my entire tenure in the house
- A speed dealer who was constantly out of state and offered me a cut to look after his stash while he was away. Little did I know that his clientèle were basically the worst of the worst. Eventually after the second week of having strung out speed-heads turning up at my window at ridiculous hours of the morning I told the dude I couldn't look after his stuff anymore. For the next month after that I kept finding dog shit piled in front of the door of my room. We didn't even have a dog. I have no idea where he was getting this shit, but every morning I found dog shit he would be standing there, smiling at me.
- One guy who liked to steal cigarette lighters. Early on in the households life, we have a pretty good run of people. Newspaper man was yet to move in, and we had three of the rooms filled, one was me, the other were two good mates of mine I went to highschool with. We had a pretty communal house at the time and smoked a lot of weed, so we built up a pretty impressive collection of lighters in the lounge room, which still had couches and a coffee table at this point. Once this guy moved in, lighters started to disappear. He'd sit and have a session with us and when we'd finish there wouldn't be a lighter in the house. He only lived there for three weeks, but after he left, we looked under his mattress and there were about a hundred and fifty lighters of all shapes and sizes. I never got the point of that
Not to mention an exciting and colourful assortment of drug addicts, socially maligned goths, various drunks and punk kids who thought living in a somewhat dilapidated house without a bond was neat and meant they could punch out as many walls as they liked
The next place I moved in with a friend of mine who needed to rent out two of the bedrooms in the place he was renting at the moment. This is an excellent exercise in how not to conduct money matters amongst friends who live together, so pay attention kiddies.
He wanted to organize and promote a tour by a Sydney metal band who were looking to tour up here. He didn't have a lot of experience in promoting large gigs like this, god knows why they chose him. Anyway, the way this band (and presumably other bands) operated was they charged the promoter a fee (one thousand dollars in this case) and took a certain cut of the door. This left my friend needing to raise a thousand dollars, and I lent him 500. He eventually talked the band into performing with only that 500 up front and would pay them back the other 500 from his take on the door which he was sure to make.
So he puts on the show, and just barely makes enough to pay that extra 500 to the band and make the 500 dollars he needs to pay me back. So I figure, the dude put on a show, got some experience, he's not going to mind that he only broke even and I get that 500 bucks back right away, right?
Nope!
About a month later we are doing the shopping, which we always did as a household, as it works out cheaper, and he asks if he can borrow 25 bucks to cover the shopping for this week. I figure I can do that, 25 is not a lot to lend a housemate, especially for something they're going to consume anyway like communal food, so why not. Then I get my wallet out and realise he hasn't paid me back that 500 yet and I ask him what happened to it and it turns out he bought some new shit for his car and concert tickets and a bunch of superfluous shit. I foolishly lent him the 25 bucks for the shopping, which led to a year of constant hassle and cussing at this guy who was one of my best mates.
This was about a year and a half ago and we've smoothed it out and become mates again, but there is no way I would live with that dude ever again.
The house after that I was kind of the arsehole housemate. Not in a horrible way, and I blame Dovey for the major act of antagonism that lead to household tensions, but basically the long story short is I was living with a girl who owned her own house, and she was working ridiculous hours to keep up the mortgage. Meanwhile the two other housemates were always at their boyfriend/girlfriends house, and only popped in to eat and basically make a mess. Meanwhile being blessed with a lot of spare time I picked up the slack for these two, and when I eventually got tired and stopped, everybody, including the relatively clean girl who I lived with jumped to the assumption that I had simply stopped cleaning up after myself and that I was responsible for all the mess in the house ever. I got yelled at a bunch about this, and then one night dovey was over visiting and we got hella drunk and in some sort of front balcony chillaxathon I managed to damage one of the nice deckchairs and I basically had to leave a month or two after that because there was ice in her eyes
Once again, moved out, everythings fine now. Those sorts of tensions only exist when you're living in close quarters with someone.
Meanwhile, my latest flatmate is fantastic. She has lots of great furniture, loves my friends, doesn't mind my rampant drug abuse although she doesn't do them herself, likes a clean house and keeps it clean herself, and yet doesn't get on my case if I leave it a bit sloppy as long as I try to keep the common areas reasonably tidy. She shitkicked the phone people when they kept fucking us around on a wireless modem and got half off our first two phone bills as a result, and is constantly trying to set me up with her friends. She's rarely at home during the week, and I'm rarely at home during the weekends, so we only see each other sporadically at 6 am in the morning as I am coming home from work and she's leaving and basically at any point when we are home together we carry on conversations like regular human beings do.
I basically hit the jackpot.
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Guys you are making me feel bad. I haven't done any cleaning around here since Christmas. This includes washing up. To be fair though, neither has my brother and it's not as if I'm the only one making the mess. In fact, just five minutes ago I knocked over a three day old bottle of beer that was still half empty, off of my brother's bass amp that has been sitting in the middle of the entrance into the kitchen since last friday and broke a plate that was covered in dried out pasta from at least a week before. I don't drink so I'm not the one leaving bottles around the fucking flat. I am also the one that ends up doing the cooking and shopping and usually, the cleaning. I'm gonna go do two of those things now and the third tomorrow. Woo!
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Man, living in a house where nobody really cares that much about keeping it tidy is a fucking paradise. It's largely dude-centric houses that tend to fall into that trap, but you meet a few ladies, some of them of surprisingly high birth and personal cleanliness, and then you unleash them into a share house and they're building forts out of old pizza boxes and building traps for the cat using the bacon that they left defrosting for too long as bait.
I am pretty malleable when it comes to cleaning. If theres one tidy person in the house I sort of evolve into their auxiliary helping hand against the onslaught and chaos, but if we're all just a bunch of slobs I am probably the worst out of all of them.
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If everyone else is more of a slob than I am I will, for whatever reason, be tidier and slob less than I would otherwise. I find myself doing this at some of my friends' apartments, actually, especially when they start bitching and moaning about how messy it is and then toss dirty laundry in the middle of the living room floor on top of old pizza boxes and leave extra cables strewn about and never throw away garbage like dead batteries or bits of plastic wrapping or paper bags with half-eaten krispy kreme donuts in them and then complain about the roaches and how they can never find anything.
I miss my roommate from Vietnam. She was pretty cool.
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West Virginia beckons
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It really shouldn't.
I'm a messy person, but not with anything food related. Food and dirty glasses can smell, attract bugs or at the very least can become tougher to clean the longer you leave it laying around. I've got notepads and pens and pencils strewn about everywhere but throwing away my drink containers isn't exactly difficult.
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green, carpet-like substance covering it completely
That would be mold. Possibly unhealthy, possibly lethal.
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we have no idea what to do about it
Don't do what the one kid did one summer when I worked at a camp. There were bats living in the rafters of our cabin, so at night bats would frequently be flying around inside, and this kid got so annoyed at one bat that he grabbed an oar (we worked on the lake) and whacked it out of the air as it flew by. He then pounded it into the floor. It was like being in a fucking horror movie.
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A horror movie where someone does something really awful and largely unnecessary to a small animal because they are slightly annoyed? This feels familiar...
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I'm amazed he actually managed to hit it mid-flight. Those fuckers are quick!
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Bear in mind it was also at night. There was an electric light, but this was a cabin in the middle of a camp, so we're talking like one 60 watt bulb.
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we have bats that fly around in the porch at our cabin. We smack em with tennis rackets which stuns them pretty good and then throw them outside. They come to pretty quick and fly away without any apparent injury.
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Bear in mind it was also at night. There was an electric light, but this was a cabin in the middle of a camp, so we're talking like one 60 watt bulb.
...now I'm just amazed he didn't accidentally kill one of the other campers.
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West Virginia beckons
fuck you Joe Hocking I know where you sleep
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I am pretty anal about leaving bowls and cups lying around just because there are a fuckton of ants in my house that only come out to gorge on that kind of shit and they're a massive pain in the arse to kill because when they turn up, they turn up en masse and just overrun everything, long after their targets have been removed and cleaned.
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The house after that I was kind of the arsehole housemate. Not in a horrible way, and I blame Dovey for the major act of antagonism that lead to household tensions
Bitch what
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Man we gon' have a fight on our hands in this here thread.
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I need to invest in a crazier roommate so that I have funny stories.
Wait, maybe I'm the crazy one.
No, I think we're both pretty boring.
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like mentioned in the "stupid things my friends have done" thread, i really love my housemates and everything but on most days i kind of feel like a parent in that i pretty much clean everything for them, all the time. a good rule to remember, actually, when choosing to live with other people is to NEVER have messy housemates if you are really obsessive about keeping things clean. this is somewhat self-explanatory; i get really anxious and unhappy whenever i'm in a messy area and end up cleaning said mess without thinking, regardless of whether or not i'm responsible. naturally my housemates have picked up on this and now have no incentive whatsoever to clean after themselves because they know someone else (me) will always end up doing it for them. it's not just a product of my ocd qualities, there have been times when i've refused to clean up after other people and the product has actually been serious long term maggot and mold problems.
the strange thing is i have never considered myself a "clean" person, but my current behavior says otherwise so i guess moving to guelph has actually changed me a lot. as much as it kills me to admit it, i'd probably at this point make a pretty good housewife. too bad about the university thing, i guess.
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My first roomie was in a dorm room and she was nice. Really really nice. Very sweet and everything. For whatever reason I just couldn't stand being around her or hanging out with her. I think she just reminded me of how lacking of sweetness and innocence I was already in my freshman year of college.
My next roommate was more like me. Only, lacking of any cleaning skills, a backstabbing crazy bitch, and with the most annoying and drunken boyfriend I'd ever met. I knew she was the messiest and dirtiest girl I'd known due to the state of her single dorm room, and the lack of any noticeable floor before signing a lease with her. I simply kept all of my stuff in my room, kept my room clean, washed my own dishes when we shared an apartment together. It was when she started to ignore her pet ferret and mold started to grow out of her personal bathroom (which never worked because she cut her hair and dyed her hair in it and tried washing all of the above down the drain) in a horrible glump of black gunk, and then started telling our mutual friends that *I* was the messy one in the apartment, that I gave up on being pals.
She also got my hamster pregnant, but that is an entirely other story.
My current roomie is my fiance. It is SO nice living with someone who doesn't mind you walking around nakii at all hours of the day.
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The house after that I was kind of the arsehole housemate. Not in a horrible way, and I blame Dovey for the major act of antagonism that lead to household tensions
Bitch what
Somehow it is all your fault I am a horrible drunk! This makes sense in my mind
Dogg when you come over for Porcupine Tree I think you are going to love my new apartment/flatmate, she doesn't seem to care how many chairs I break in a mad frenzy.
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My roommate right now is the best thing ever. I hated my old roommate when I lived in the dorms, though.
She:
-always played her music out loud, but got pissed at me when mine broke and I was listening to music out loud for about a week. She kept asking when I'd be getting new ones, in an annoyed tone.
-let her best friend move in, for pretty much the entirety of the two years we lived together, because he didn't like his randomly assigned roommate. It started out that he just crashed on the couch after staying over late, but then he started bringing over his clothes and books and laptop, got new sheets and a pillow for the couch, etc.
-would stay up playing Super Smash Brothers with him until all hours of the morning, with volume and the main overhead light of the room on, when I had early classes
-bitched about me not cleaning the area around my desk, despite the fact that none of my mess overflowed into shared areas, nothing was gross or smelly (mostly papers and cans), and we had both said going in that neither of us were really organized and agreed to just be as neat as possible in the shared area and otherwise whatever
And so on. But I think it taught me what kind of person I can't live with, that I can't share a bedroom, and that I need to be really open about problems from the start. My current roommate's last roommate was terrible too, so we agreed right away that we need to tell eachother ANY problems we have so we wouldn't let it stew and resent eachother. We were pretty good acquaintances when I moved in, and now after 9 months we're best friends and haven't had any problems.