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Freshman year of college, I had three roommates. One was a ghetto ass city girl who, while sweet, had really annoying friends who were useless and constantly in our room. The second was a farm girl from the middle of nowhere who freaked out with the "diversity" in our room and moved out after the first semester. The third was an exchange student from Zimbabwe, who idolized Mugabe because her father was one of his military advisors. She never figured out that her dad sent her (and her siblings, one by one) out of the country so that they couldn't be used against him if he ever pissed off the Benevolent President.

The first two weren't awful roommates so much as personality clashes. The third girl, though. Fuck. Me.

She disguised horrible hygiene and really annoying personal habits as "cultural differences." I helped her do her laundry once and only once. After the stains I saw on the inseams of her jeans, I didn't want to touch any of her possessions ever again.

One of my big issues with her was that she didn't wash her underwear and she only wore thongs.

Yes. You read that right. She didn't wash her underwear, at least not with soap. She would wear them in the shower and rinse them out, but never really wash them. After her showers, she would hang them from the curtain rod next to her wardrobe. It just happened that her wardrobe was the one closest to the door.

After about a month of living there, we stopped getting guests unless they were particularly brave or lacking in a sense of smell.

>>4898833
On top of airing her unclean undies near the entrance to our room, she kept awful hours. Generally, the other two were the ones going to bed early to make it to class the next day (all freshmen were required to take core credits, which were daily 7:30am classes, with the idea that it would cut down on partying during the week). Usually, I would stay up late working since I didn't have early classes (AP exams got me out of my freshman level core credits, so my earliest class was 9:30).

This girl didn't keep regular hours. She would come home erratically, usually after even I had gone to bed. This wouldn't have been a problem either, except that when she came home, she would turn on every light in the room as well as the TV.

Any time we raised a complaint with her, she would say we were picking on her for being from another country, that she couldn't help her personal habits since that's how "everyone back home" behaved.

I asked her cousin once when he was visiting if any of that held water and he said that it was bullshit. He told me how she lived a "lavish" life compared to most people in Zimbabwe, had traveled through quite a bit of Europe and part of China with her family, that she had the same creature comforts and technology that she had in the States and that she was just being a pain. He said her laundry habits were her being lazy, that her claims of there being a "taboo" about washing your underwear with the rest of your laundry was bullshit and that her late-night hours were simply a lack of consideration, like it would have been with anyone else.

>>4898853
One of the incidents where I finally blew up at her was the night she broke my phone.

At the time, I didn't have a cell phone. I bought a cordless phone and I used it with the dorm landline to stay in touch with my parents back home (this was before Skype became reliable and before my parents had broadband). Long distance was expensive, so I used phone cards to cut back on the cost (I have a theory that she stole my stash of cards at one point and sold them to international students; she denied it, but the joke's on her, they were mostly empty by that point).

Anyway, continuing, one night she came into our room with a huge plastic cup of vodka and some kind of lemonade in her hand. We lived on a dry campus, but most people ignored dorm drinking unless it got out of hand. While she was mixing more powdered lemonade into her cocktail, she decided that she just HAD to make a phone call. With the phone pinned between her ear and her shoulder, she kept mixing.

In the middle of mixing, she shrieked something at the phone (she was talking to her cousin or one of the other exchange students she'd come over with) and dropped it. It landed right in the cup. And died.

>>4898868
As soon as she fished the phone out of the cup, she came over to where I was sitting horrified at my desk watching her and started waving at me. The whole time she was swearing about how my phone was such a piece of shit and she was in the middle of an important conversation and I how I needed to go replace it RIGHT this minute so she could call them back.

At first, I just told her to fuck off. My other roommate (the farm girl had moved out by this point) told her likewise and that it was her own fault. The girl became more abusive, continued waving the phone around and shouting. Somehow, the fact that I told her I wasn't going to replace the phone for her, much less right-that-minute, turned into a rant about how we Americans are so spoiled and how in her country, they appreciate what they have.

At that point, I just fucking lost it and started throwing her own words back at her, screaming about her dirty underwear and how her boyfriend is a giant, useless dick, about how her cousin things she's a waste of space and a shame to the family, about how I was tired of cleaning up her dishes and sick of the fact that my friends wouldn't come visit because her stench drove them away. As soon as I started, she shut up.

I think she just expected me to sit there and take it like I had all year, but I finally just lost my temper. At the end of the raving, I was shaking and ready to just cry my eyes out. Our other roommate told her that she'd better leave and that if she didn't buy me a replacement phone by the end of the weekend, she'd tell the RA about the vodka that ruined the first one.

>>4898890
The rest of the year, she spent as little time in the room as possible, which was fine with me. Any time she came and left, my other roommate and I would spray down her part of the room with Febreeze and airfreshener, so that the stench wouldn't be quite so bothersome.

When we all came back the next year, I hardly ever saw her. I found out later that her younger brother and later her sister came over on their dad's orders as well and that they were keeping her so busy that she almost dropped out.

None of the roommates I had since then were even close to as bad as she was. Thank fucking Christ.

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Holy shit

I have a roommate from Canada and a roommate from Hong Kong, and they are the nicest fucking people ever. We are fucking harmonic and we clean up after ourselves.

Clearly a spoiled brat is a spoiled brat no matter what country she comes from. Cultural differences my fucking ass.
I would have fucking bitched at my RA over that shit. I would NOT have tolerated living with that disgusting person.

>>4898912
Thing is, she moved in before us and had special privileges because of her status as an international student. The RAs are told to watch them for any bullying or abusive behavior from roommates.

Thus, we were shit out of luck. She went to the RA and told her we were bullying her over those "cultural differences" early on in the year. Any time we brought up a grievance with the RA after that, she would sympathize with us (especially over the laundry thing, 'cause that was disgusting) and would say she'd "talk to [our roommate]" about it, but nothing ever happened.

RAs can't ignore someone bitching about alcohol on campus, though. They can pretend they didn't see it if it's not disrupting anything, but if someone comes to them directly, they have to deal with it.

We should have used that on her sooner, to be honest.

I had two roomies when I was studying abroad in Japan. One was a sweet Korean girl, who was considerate and fun. The other was a complete bitch from New Zealand. I'll call her J. To be fair, she had her own share of problems. Depression, anxiety, insomnia, therapy, meds. Alcoholic. Asthsmatic smoker.

But despite all those things, at first I thought J was really nice. Almost instantly we got along well, she invited me out together with her friends, and even gave me food if she happened to make extra. She really treated me like a little sister, and tbh I was pretty thankful, because I was so homesick at first.

Until she starting FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT at me over stuff that wasn't a big deal, for example, once I accidentally ate some crackers that were hers (I thought they were leftover snacks from a party we had the previous night). When she brought this to my attention, I was immediately apologized and said I'd by her two boxes to replace the one I ate. But she was all, "I don't fucking care if you're sorry, I don't want any fucking crackers, just use for FUCKING HEAD before you do anything." Slammed her door in my face. Crybaby that I am, I went to go cry. Ten minutes later, she FLINGS my door open and pushes me over, "WHY ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING! YOU'RE AGGRAVATING MY ANXIETY!" We had at least 4 other similar fights after this first one, all over something stupid that could have easily been talked over. At that point I could hardly take it anymore, so I searched online, found a new place to stay at, and told her I would leave because we kept fighting. She IMPLORED me to stay, saying, "I only get this angry because I care about you." wtf

That was in 2008 and I'm still so fucking mad about it, at her, and at myself for letting her push me around like that.

My freshman year of college I had three room mates. One was your standard fat chick with a superiority complex. One was a girl who clearly thought herself to be a special snowflake. And the last was the token Christian of purity and blah blah blonde.

One week in, Christian girl's preggo. She aborts the baby and goes back to her slut-shaming ways. Fatty concocts a plan to scare away Christian girl by being excessively rude to her. Luckily, she has friends in another hall, so she moves out halfway into the semester.

This gets fatty an adrenaline rush. She enjoys the extra space in the room and starts talking about how she'd like it if we got down to two room mates, because then the remaining two would have double beds.

She was always just kidding, of course.

So, November rolls around and it's 2008. On the fourth I am deathly ill, can't even get out of bed. But, of course, at 11PM a party comes into my room celebrating Obama. I try and tell them to quiet down, because I'm sick and need sleep.

Their response? "Stop being a drama queen just because you voted for the wrong guy."

On that day, special girl finds a boyfriend. Two months later, they break up. I tried to be supportive, but after 6 weeks of waking up to her crying, I'd had enough. I told her to just get over him, stop giving him so much of her life.

She got angry at me, and fatty put her room mate removal plan into action. You see, I have asthma when it gets too cold. And it was February in Vermont, so leaving the windows open was all you needed to do to make me have trouble breathing. So that's what she did. The windows were high, I couldn't reach them. I was freezing. Special girl found it hilarious.

After about a week of waking up at 3-5AM because of the cold and my lack of a fleece blanket, I moved out. The two girls rearranged the room within an hour of my departure. And then, they dropped out.

Back when I still lived in japan, my family decided it would be a good idea to expose me to some 'american culture' (since I would be moving there next year) by having an exchange student stay out our house.
At first, I was terrified. What if they were like one of those blonde bitches in the movies? What if they couldn't understand my english? (at the time I still learning and had a godawful accent.)
I was a bit of a closeted anime fan and I never expected people outside of my country to like anime.
My friends at school said they were jealous, that she'd be pretty and have blue eyes and probably be really nice.
Fuck that shit, man.
I want you to imagine the most stereotypical weeaboo you know, then imagine worse than that.
She was chubby, bordering on fat, and had frizzy brown hair just past her shoulders. She insisted on wearing those 'moe' big round glasses even though she had 20/20 vision. She wore anime t shirts without shame and poor fitting jeans. Her accent was absolutely atrocious (speaking japanese) and the first thing she greeted me with was,
'I don't have time for people who aren't time travelers, aliens or otaku.'
Thus started 'the exchange story from hell'.

My first roommate in college was a nightmare. She would insist on setting her alarm for an hour before she had to wake up, then would hit the snooze button every 10 minutes until it was really time to wake up while the whole time I was trying to sleep.

She would listen to the TV at really loud volume all night, and leave it playing after she went to sleep. I would have to get up and shut it off. If I tried to turn it off before she went to sleep, she would freak out on me. RA did nothing.

RA barely said something when I complained that my roommate was purposefully trying to aggrevate my asthma. I asked, politely at the beginning of the year, if she had to spray perfume, or hairspray, or something similar I would be grateful if she could do it in the hall as that sort of thing would leave me in the middle of an asthma attack. Every day, she would spray that shit in our room, right in front of the door, so I would have to walk through it to leave.

She would bitch about me having a friend over to watch the Simpsons or something (reasonable time of night) and then would come back at 3AM piss-drunk

I was so, so grateful when I got to move out into an empty room, then ended up with a roommate who we could respect each other and she was almost never there.

setup for a vendetta thread

>>4899045
Amen.

I'm gonna be sharing a flat with my two best friends this year though, so hopefully it won't be too bad...

>>4899071
I run out and open the door, only to find Annie, completely trashed, practically throwing herself against the outside of the house.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LOCK YOUR DOOR WHAT THE FUCK DONT YOU KNOW I NEED TO STAY HERE I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT YOU ARE SUCH A BITCH." She said, eloquently.
"What the fuck are you doing at my house at 3am on a tuesday?" I asked.
"FUCK YOU BITCH WHERE IS AIDEN?!!"
She then proceeded to scream "AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN" at the top of her lungs for quite awhile, until I told her he wasn't home. She accused me of having sex with him (yeah, no). and called me a slut. Eventually I just shut the door in her face.

Later they broke up because Aiden found out she was banging at least 3 other guys. And also because he was banging at least 3 other girls.
Even later my cool roommate and I kicked Aiden out and he now lives with his aunt.

The end.

>>4898995
on behalf of the United States, I apologize.

>>4898978
On behalf of New Zealand I appologise
I PROMISE that most of us arent like that

I had a roommate my first semester of college who was a nightmare. She seemed cool at first, but after a while I almost kicked her out (she ended up transferring to another school before I had a chance.)

It started out with small things, she'd leave a sweater on my chair or a pen on my desk, stuff I could look past because I'm pretty lenient. After a while though, it turned into open containers of frosting on my work table next to my embroidery, wet paint palettes on my bed, etc. Then, she would invite her lardbutt friends into our dorm to take up space and get drunk off their asses. A tiny freshman dorm that was already the size of a closet. I opened the door one afternoon to find one of her friends sitting at my desk, her gross, bare feet *on my sewing machine* eating ranch dip INCHES away from my 30$/yd silk chiffon. My roommate wasn't even there that day, her friend just squatted her fat ass down.

She also stole my personal belongings, from hair clips to my dressmaking shears (which I found wrapped in a towel stuffed in her drawer.)

Literally the day I was going to tell her off, she was packing for a flight the next morning.

>>4898589
>had a black roommate who hated white people
>got pissed when I told her she couldn't have boys in the room past 10--turned out to be a campus slut
>threw her pants on my side of the room, and then went to the RA and accused me of going through her clothes and stealing them
>spread rumors that I was walking around the dorm naked, or I'd use the toilet with the door open
>told the head of student life that I forced her to wake up and leave the room so I could change
>my relationship with student life was forever ruined when I denied it, and thus "a liar" (none of that was true)
>Would slam the door and be super loud talking on the phone when she caught be trying to sleep
>I moved out asap because I started to feel suicidal
>She still tried to start shit with me and harass me when I moved out. Told the whole dorm I liked girls even though I had a boyfriend and harass me otherwise.
>Due to the situation eventually turning into a huge bullying problem that student life only response to me was "Leave", I left after half a semester.
>not a fuck was given that day

>>4899341
Oh yeah, and then there was the fact she smoked pot all the time in our room. And tried to cover it up with febreeze.

I'm allergic to pot. I itch all over even from secondhand smoke and have bad panic attack. I have asthma attacks from febreeze. I tried to tell her this.

And she told me that she was very sorry I was asthmatic, but she HAD to spray febreeze.

>>4899341

On behalf of Black people I apologize, I'm so sorry you had to deal with someone crazy like that.

My roommate from military training was a nightmare. She was slovenly and constantly had her locker and bed trashed for not being up to standard, then would whine at me and our other roommate to help her fix it. She would sneak out at night to the guys quarters and hook up with some sleazy rat faced cretin that was being held there pending disciplinary action, talk dirty to him on the phone at night with the other two of us in the room and snore. Oh god did she snore, she had some medical condition where her teeth were so fucked up it was physically impossible for her to close her mouth. The final straw was when she was admitted to hospital with an injury and I was asked to make sure her locker space was ready for inspection the next morning. I shit you not, it looked like a Hiroshima of dirty underwear and apparently unused cleaning products with everything she owned chucked in there randomly. I found her personals box filled with little things she had pilfered from other people as well as genital herpes cream.

The kicker is, that while I frequently lost my temper with her to the point where she'd cry and I'd use the kind of language that would make Dennis Leary cover his ears, she seemed to think I was her friend.

I've never really had any horror stories, I suppose. My freshman year roommate was actually a pretty OK guy. He had a problem with his alarm being really loud and coming in at odd hours but he was always respectful of my personal space and when I wanted to sleep he always turned the TV down or left the room.

His friends were really, really annoying though. They never knew when to leave, stayed until way late even if I was in bed, and were always taking up space. And my dorm neighbors were always playing their music as loud as possible, and totally destroyed the bathroom we shared. They never cleaned up after themselves, and I ended up having to clean it after they moved out early. There were always large piles of moldy toilet paper and soaked boxers strewn around the floor, it was disgusting.

Really hoping that I don't have any horrific roommates this year.

>>4899390
No worries, most of the black people I met (it was a 50/50 black/white and Asian split) were really cool. She was just a super bitch.
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>>4899300
I'm sorry you guys had to deal with that. Especially the people who think asthma isn't a big deal and something that's okay to shrug off.

God, reading all of this make me terrified to move in with my roommate. I'm not good at...tolerating people...I'm probably just going to be pissed off for the next two years.

>>4898589
MOGON?

Roommates, why are there always batshit insane ones and so few good ones out there?!

Back in undergrad I lived in a double my freshman year which was beyond boss. My roommate was a friend from HS, her bf went to another college in the same town so she was always at his dorm then she transferred to his college after fall semester and housing didn't fill her place... essentially I had a single the entire year.

Sophomore year I was in a triple with 2 friends. 1 roommate I discovered was batshit insane... just all around inconsiderate, threw her laundry and dirty dishes etc all over our stuff, blared the TV or her angry punk music all the time etc etc.... Eventually the cool roommate left because it was too much, I survived the rest of the year, and the last 2 years demanded a single room.

The only time since then that I've had a roommate was grad school. The first roommate I had was awesome as hell. Clean, fun to hang around, serious about her studies, and we had similar views on everything.

contd...

>>4899438
Unfortunately I decided to get ahead and do summer classes, the roommate I had for then was the complete opposite. She was a black chick from NYC who pretty much thought all Asians were Chinese and did the whole eye pull thing and "ching chong" thing. I didn't even bother correcting her as I'm not Chinese. The list of grievances is too long but the things that stick out are as follows. Our apartment had a washer and dryer in it (included in monthly rent) but she'd wait several weeks to do laundry, then would pile all her dirty clothes on the kitchen table and invited friends to do their laundry too (more dirty laundry on the kitchen table). It was obvious that she'd never had to take care of herself or think of other people (ironically she was in the social work program) so I basically had to teach her how to grocery shop and cook. That said, she never took care of her dishes (though we had a perfectly fine dishwasher), never checked her food (left packages of fresh chicken in the fridge for a month then wondered why it smelled bad), and was always super loud on her phone at all hours.

>>4899444
The thing that got me was that she would use my stuff without asking. If she asked if she could drink one of my sodas, and I said sure, have 1, she'd drink the entire 12 pack. I was away for a weekend and she used half my shampoo, conditioner, bodywash, and my razor... I know this because her hair was stuck in the blades...fucking gross and if she had called me if she ran out of shampoo/conditioner/bodywash, I'd have said OK. I got super pissed when I got back from class one time and she was sitting in my room using my computer and eating my snacks because she said the connection wasn't good in her room. I'm also pretty sure she stole like half of my school supplies like pens, notebooks, and paper... seriously what the fuck. She was getting some sort of pension from the school so it's not like she didn't have money and she talked about having a maid back at home which sounded like her family had money too. I didn't quite understand her need to steal my stuff or use everything without asking.

I'm pretty easy going and seriously, if people just ask, I will gladly let them use my stuff (unless it's personal stuff like my razor etc), her lack of consideration just... ugh. Never again. I want to live alone, dammit!

Ok I'm at community college so I don't have any horrible roommate stories but I have to ask (cause is thread is really scaring me). Don't most college students get to pick their own roommates or get to meet them before actually living with them. Or is it more like you get the college picks your roommate & you pray to God that they don't suck?

Haha

>>4899455
In my case, you could ask for someone you knew, or fill out a form for what you wanted and they'd "try their best". There also was a freshman weekend beforehand, but I had family obligations.

>>4899455
Anon from >>4899438
It depends on your college. For freshman year at my college, you could either request to room with someone you knew or fill out a preference sheet and housing tried to match you up as best as they could. Typically after your first year you knew people and would want to room with someone, so you could just request them or do a preference sheet and let them match you up. etc.

For my graduate school in the grad apartments, they didn't do shit. No asking if you were a smoker/nonsmoker etc etc. They just put you in the apartment complex you requested (first choice or 2nd choice). I lucked out with my first roommate, but failed miserably when I went back for summer. Thank goodness we had separate bedrooms and just shared the bathroom, kitchen, and living room. I'd have killed the bitch if it were dorm-style living.

Seagulls, let me tell you a story. A story about a roommate so frightening, so horrifying, so unhygienic that you would never believe it to be true if I did not give my absolute word on my grandfather's grave that this girl actually does exist.

Her name, for this story, is Anna-chan. All names have been changed to protect the innocent...and the guilty.

Two years ago, in our first semester of school, my current roommate, Jessica, had it fine and dandy with her roommate. They never talked and they stayed out of each other's way. Fair enough. However, Jess befriended Anna-chan, who was having problems with her roommate and suitmates.

Anna-chan was not a hideous girl. She was thin and blonde and had average features. She so clearly lacked self-confidence, however, that it showed in her appearance. Her spine spent 90% of the day hunched into a 100 degree angle. Her shoulder-length hair lay stringy and lifeless over over her eyes.

Jess decided to switch her roommate with Anna-chan, in order to avoid further tensions between Anna-chan and her suite, who accused her, among other things, of stealing money (we have a hunch, however, that the true thief was another shut-in known for her blonde jewfro and her scooter that she continually rode across campus...we call her Le Pouf the Scooter Girl).

This is where all the troubles begin.

I go to a Native American college, in fact... it's the only tribal college where peoples of any tribe are accepting and all mix together.

My first semester as a freshman I was roomed with a girl who was Navajo. Since Navajo are the largest enrolled tribe, they all tended to remain together instead of integrating with the other tribes. Me, as a white looking Canadian native was obviously not her type.
She had tons of christian items around the room... stupid little things like stones with bible verses engraved and the like. She also had this terrible habit of coming back to the room and taking her clothes off to chill in panties and a bra (Super awkward.) When I politely told her she could put food in my mini-fridge, she bought frozen food that obviously went bad in just a tiny fridge.

The worst part of anything though was one time my parents came to visit me and take me home for a weekend, since I didn't have a car my freshman year. They pulled up at the dorm and I told them I needed to grab some laundry to take home so they went on upstairs with me. Me, my mom, my dad, and my little sister walked in on her having anal sex with her boyfriend.
Stupid beta that I am, I never said a word to her about it either, just avoided my room as much as I could for the rest of the semester.

>>4899497
*accepted, not accepting

Seagulls, let me tell you a story. A story about a roommate so frightening, so horrifying, so unhygienic that you would never believe it to be true if I did not give my absolute word on my grandfather's grave that this girl actually does exist.

Her name, for this story, is Anna-chan. All names have been changed to protect the innocent...and the guilty.

Two years ago, in our first semester of school, my current roommate, Jessica, had it fine and dandy with her roommate. They never talked and they stayed out of each other's way. Fair enough. However, Jess befriended Anna-chan, who was having problems with her roommate and suitmates.

Anna-chan was not a hideous girl. She was thin and blonde and had average features. She so clearly lacked self-confidence, however, that it showed in her appearance. Her spine spent 90% of the day hunched into a 100 degree angle. Her shoulder-length hair lay stringy and lifeless over over her demented eyes perpetually staring into the fibre of your being.

Jess decided to switch her roommate with Anna-chan, in order to avoid further tensions between Anna-chan and her suite, who accused her, among other things, of stealing money (we have a hunch, however, that the true thief was another shut-in known for her blonde jewfro and her scooter that she continually rode across campus...we call her Le Pouf the Scooter Girl).

This is where all the troubles begin.

>>4899341
Fuck student life..they usually suck. You should have went to your school's omsbudsmans office. (most larger universities have them) They act like a liason between offices and students. They're usually used as a last resort so going to them usually signals srs biznis.

Fucking Double-post. Anywhoo...
>>4899503
Things went alright for the first week or so. She wasn't incredibly neat, but neither was Jess. However, Anna-chan had an absolutely horrendous diet. All of our lunchtime groups would avert our eyes or begin to gag when she would put pizza, salad, cookies, and ice-cream on her plate, then pour honey mustard over it all and mix it up into one lettucey, cheesy, dessert and honey-mustard sludge. Then, as she hunched over her plate, she would shovel food halfheartedly at her mouth, getting most of it all over her face. It was quite a sight to behold when she, in a good mood, began laughing with her mouth open and food half-chewed, globs of honey mustard crusting over in the corners of her mouth as she swayed from side to side in her seat like a blonde, garbage filled bobo-doll.

You might be wondering why I am being so hard on her. "So she eats badly. I've heard worse!" She would eat about ten plates of this stew every meal in the mess hall, and in the dorm would polish that off with an entire jar of salsa, a celery stalk bunch, and two-liter bottle of diet cherry 7-up by herself almost. Every. Night. This made her gas horrifyingly rank. She, a 115 pound girl, generated enough gas to empty an entire car full of people. One night, Jess unlocked her door and walked into her room only to be sent reeling out of the room because Anna-chan had closed the window and fell asleep, filling up the room with so much gas it could kill every Jew in Auschwitz.

Oh goodie, since I'm moving this week I'll ask here:

What should I look for in a "good roomate"? I'm looking at some apartments this next week and I'm worried that if I get a shared home with a roommate (split rent), then I might get someone who is completely indifferent with me?

>>4899571
Are you looking for someone random or are you going to ask someone you already know?

I feel so lucky that in my country 99% of colleges don´t have dorms and that I live 20 minutes away from mine with my brothers :)

>>4899551

Jess had to plug up her nose, make a made dash towards the window, throw it open, leave for half an hour, then come back and spray the room down with febreeze. I am not even exaggerating at this point.

Jess and I began to realize sometime was wrong with Anna-chan. She would run the bathwater at 3 o'clock in the morning for an hour, yet never seemed to actually take a bath, as observed on night when she was in the bathroom with the bathwater running for 45 minutes and, hearing the fire alarm go off, she would emerge completely dry and still in her clothing. One day, she borrowed Jess's deodorant, but she hadn't taken a shower in recent memory, meaning that she was basically just mixing her body odor with whatever scent was in the stick. When Jess got the deodorant back, she sniffed it, made an indescribable face, and threw it into the trash.

She would wear those weird Sketchers shape-ups for days, and not take them off, not even to change her socks. She even slept in them. They turned...grey.

She suffered from crippling self-esteem issues, to the point that, against all of our protests, cheated on her boyfriend with some player, Tyrone, that she worked with at Rite Aid, even though he openly admitted he just wanted to fuck her and didn't give two shits about her. Then she would spend hours bitching about how he refused to go out with her and said, "Well, I got the pussy, so whatever." As if it wasn't exactly what he said would happen in the first place.

>>4899602
Random.
long story short, I'm supposed to move out by this week/beginning of next. I'm looking at other apartments since right now, I'm attending a local college and the apartment I had before I moved back home was a hour away.
I'm looking mostly at apartment houses with excluded room and baths but the split rent (people living in one house and splitting expenses) is awefully tempting.

>>4898589
So on topic. My sister lives in a dorm with five people. She's been living in there for a week. She came home to watch Doctor Who.

And got a message from one of her roommate that there are at 20 drunk people over there nicking stuff, peeing on couch, being drunk. What sucks is her plants, which are her pets, were forced into the main room by her roommate she sleeps with.

She's not pleased.

>>4899623

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>>4899652
Hmm Ok I don't know how you can screen them then I usually try to get an acquaintance to share an apartment/room with. Someone who isn't that close a friend but I still know a little bit about. I'm sure if you meet them in person you can tell the super weirdos from the seemingly normal people.

>>4899516
Unfortunately, it was a very small college, and Student Life handled all problems.

>>4899444
>>4899447
dear god.

On the behalf of the other nice people of NYC I apologize
I swear that alot of us are actually really nice despite what everyone says about New Yorkers.

Do summer camps count? Yes? Well fuck yeah I got a story for you.

Back when I was sixteen my grandmother tried to get me to embrace Christianity one last time. You know what that meant? YMCA summer camp. It was only a week, but when you shared a bathroom with sixteen other females for a week, it feels like a whole year. Especially when all but four or five are bratty self absorbed teenagers from the city who are only here because they get to come for practically nothing.

The worst was my bunkmate. We'll call her Beth. Beth was from the inner city, half latina half black. Very loud about it, especially considering she was the only black person besides one of the male counselors. She would refer to the cabin as "Ya'll white girlz". Anyways, she demanded the top bunk of our bunk. Even though I said I'd take the bottom bunk (I had a tendency to roll off of them, had to make frequent bathroom trips in the night due to meds, and you can make your own room with towels with the bottom bunk) she told me that she was getting the top bunk or reporting me for racism.

Then she decided she didn't like my brand of deodorant because it stunk. I explained to her that I had to have hypoallergenic stuff because otherwise I'd break out in a rash (ain't a I bucket o' problems?). What does she do? Sprays me in the face with perfume. Heavy perfume. The female equivalent of Axe. I started gagging and running to the bathroom to wash my eyes out while she called me a baby and overreacting. When I told the counselor she told me she'd talk to Beth. I told her straight out that it wasn't going to work and asked to either be moved to another cabin or have her moved or something. That didn't happen. The only reason she didn't repeat that offense was because she groped an assistant counselor the second day in.

My story is really long, three roommates total. Does anyone really want to hear it?

>college
>German moves in
>works five morning until 7 at night
>having party, he gets home late
>see's drinking and schmoozing, instantly walks out
>comes back with keg of beer
>refuses to share

>>4899890

DO IT

My sister is horrid.
Washes her clothes less than once a month (and she has, for reference, HALF a load of laundry, like 20 pieces of clothes that ALWAYS stank of something dead or rotten) showers once a week, uses all of my expensive shit, leaves dirty dishes everywhere, won't clean a damn thing, sits on the couch 24/7, brings her laptop into the bathroom to shit (what the fuck mang), cries/screams/throws a hissy fit on the daily if I ask her to clean and sometimes unprovoked, asks me 5542747 questions a day about inane useless things that I can't answer (subjective stuff, like "do I like this?" I DON'T KNOW), and refuses to wear headphones for her laptop, watches terrible shows all day.

The worst thing I've had to deal with, was cleaning up her & her boyfriend's used heroin needles off my living room floor.
It's bullshit. Not like she pays for rent or food either.

>>4898995
Not to be rude, but are you ever going to continue?

>>4899910
Oh yeah, and this bitch doesn't respect the medical conditions I have, either. For example, just like others in this thread, she smokes and lets it waft into my room, even if I'm using my inhaler AT THAT VERY MOMENT.

I've had two bad roommates and a third that was crushing emotionally.

My freshman year I moved in with Raven. She was a friend from HS and we got along well. Even before moving in, I got a feeling that this wasn't gonna be a good year. But I had no choice at that point. We rented a Uhaul, picked up my stuff and then drove to hers. We also loaded my truck with stuff and I headed to the new place first.
For some dumb reason, she took out half of my stuff at her place and moved all her things into the Uhaul. Even though her parents had a SUV that would have held most of her stuff and they visited a lot so it wouldn't be hard to move the rest in a week or so.
They also damaged some of my furniture and had a road rage incident on the way to our new place.
When I went back to her place to get my stuff that she removed, her family had(overnight) begun to use my stuff. My computer chair, opened a box that was labeled "kitchen" and used my noodle strainer(wtf?!). I about bitch-slapped her dad when he said it was my fault for over packing the Uhaul with my stuff.

Even after that, she never respected my things. Broke bowls that I had bought, ripped a hole in my livingroom chair, spilt paint on my dining room table(which has been passed down in my family for 100 yrs). She stole money, clothes, food. She would make feasts at 2am at night and leave the food sitting out till noon the next day or more. We had roaches, gnats and flies within a month. I cleaned after myself, she clean only when people were coming over. Her parents came every weekend and took over, drank my sodas, ate my food. Whatever they wanted. They were at the apt when no one else was because they had the spare key. They'd complain and call me lazy because I had a car so I drove places while Raven walked 1mile to work.
Eventually, it got worse. She left for a vacation to her bf's house one weekend, so I cleaned like a boss so I could enjoy it for 3 days before she came back and ruined it all. As I was doing the dishes, I discovered that the sponge had maggots living in it. Because it was left under a pile of plates and bowls, wet and covered in food particles. I had not made anything in that kitchen in about a month(I ate off of my gf's dining plan and kept most of my groceries at her place.) Thank god I was wearing gloves when I discovered the maggots. And when I called her to tell her about it, she laughed and said "Well I guess we shouldn't keep a sponge then!" There is so much wrong with that statement, letmetellyou.

After that, I stopped cleaning period. I pulled my important things into my room, covered my table in plastic and tape. Put signs on my washer and dryer(I purchased these) that she was not welcome to use them. I told her to her face that I did not want to talk to her, I was miserable and unhappy and I hated that she had no respect for me, but now I had none for her either. I told her I'd keep paying rent till the lease was up, but after I was done(4 months before it ended). She changed a bit after I told her that, stopped caring period. She'd have sex with her bf while the door was open, phone sex in the living room. She'd leave her panties in the living room, food everywhere. Invite people over at all hours and was always choosing people that were criminals, like drug dealers and stalkers. The police came by twice to "escort" a guy away.

My second roommate was my gf at the time. She didn't like the dorms after one year, I needed a roommate, so we moved into a townhouse together. Near the end of the lease, she got a new set of friends, never invited me. Denied ever dating me despite that we were still(in my mind) dating. She'd tell people I was crazy and weird. I stayed in the apartment and found a new roommate after a year with my now ex-gf.

The third roommate was simply irresponsible. She didn't know how to talk to an adult about what made her upset. She just bottled it up and bitched about unrelated things. I always spoke my mind, told her what was up promptly and as politely as I could. I always ended any complaints I had with "if you've got anything I'm doing that upsets you, tell me". She said I was lazy about paying the bills(I kinda was and told her I'd fix it). I did, I always wrote my check for the bills as soon as they made theyre way to the table. Then she'd complain about how I never told her there were bills to pay. I told her it wasn't my responsibility but that I would be more aware to leave them in apparent places. I pinned them to her door thereafter. After I let her decide when to pay the bills(ie she was the last one to see them so she put them in the mailbox) I noticed that my checks weren't going through for weeks after I gave them to her. I asked her if she was paying them promptly and she said yeah. I got a call from the water company saying we hadn't paid our water in a month and a half. I wrote the check 4 weeks ago, left it on her door, no longer on her door. I asked her if she'd mailed it. "yes I mailed it. stop asking me like I'm a child. Youre belittling me, blah blah blah." I went in one day to feed her hampsters(upon request) and found the water bill on her bookshelf. I voided my check and mailed the whole amount myself.

She got pissed, refused to pay me back. Said I was a bitch for snooping in her room. Said she'd just forgotten it, intended to pay. I told her to pay the bills on time and she now owed me for it. Got her bf to back her up(one of my classmates that I set her up with) and he told me I was a bitch for going through her things looking for it. I told him it was on a shelf in plain sight and I thought she might have not noticed it and I was concerned about paying my bill on time, not what my roommate wanted. On the 13th of January she told me that she was moving out at the end of the month and she wouldn't pay any more rent past Jan. I told her she needed to give me more time to find a roommie(our lease ended in May). She said I made her cry everyday and she was miserable and she hated me and I was a bitch. I talked to the management but she had never signed the lease(doesn't matter anyway cause if she'd signed off she wouldnt be liable either) and they couldn't give me anything to go to court with. I had to pay $1600 to break my lease and another $600 to move into a ONE BEDROOM, ONE PERSON place.

>>4899623

She suffered from crippling self-esteem issues, to the point that, against all of our protests, cheated on her boyfriend with some player, Tyrone, that she worked with at Rite Aid, even though he openly admitted he just wanted to fuck her and didn't give two shits about her. Then she would spend hours bitching about how he refused to go out with her and said, "Well, I got the pussy, so whatever." As if it wasn't exactly what he said would happen in the first place.

Perhaps Anna-chan’s biggest issue was the fact that she was so completely helpless at taking care of herself or attending to her studies. She would stay up until 4 or 5 in the morning wasting her life on internet games and oversleep all of her classes. She missed so many of one of her classes that the professor told her she auto-failed the course.

During exam week, she had asked Jess when her exams were. Jess told her, the key word being HER exam times, not Anna-chans. Anna-chan, despite the fact that all of the scheduled exam times for every class were posted in every hallway, as well as in the planner that they give every student, didn’t realize until I mentioned it to her at lunch, that she had a math exam in twenty minutes that she had not studied for.

Her reaction was to blame Jesse. Because it is always somebody else's fault that Anna-chan cannot read, or study, or wash her unclean pits or vagina. I remember looking into her pitiful, unwashed face smeared with food as she said, “I hate this college.”

Last time I heard, she now has a job at Hooters. For serious. Their standards must have gone way down.

>>4899341
>Would slam the door and be super loud talking on the phone
That alone would have drove me to kill this person

Alright, here's mine--

Freshman year of college in VT, 4 hours away from CT, and I had gotten a dorm room. It was 4 beds, 4 dressers, 1 closest, private full bathroom, all in a renovated Victorian house. It was nice, but I knew none of the girls; it was okay though since I had talked through emails with 2 of the 3 girls and they seemed nice enough.

So anyways, the first day I moved in I found out one of the girls changed last minute and was living off campus, so there would only be 3 of us-- the two girls I had been emailing with, Melissa and Jasmine, and myself.

Jasmine was nice, shared a couple of classes with me, and was all and all really chill. Melissa was a peppy religious girl (not the kind to push it in your face). I thought things would be fine despite the fact that I'm more of a nerd than the both of them were, but we had dinner and chilled together, and there was no animosity...

Until Jasmine moved out.

>>4899971
Jasmine had been dating a guy for a year or two, and with them both going to the same school, she moved out within a month and in with him. That left a four bed dorm room to two girls, 4 dressers, one closet, and a private bathroom. I was stoked at the time.

Now as soon as Jasmine moved out, Melissa started to bring her boyfriend around more-- Davey. Davey was a folksy religious boy who went to school an hour away. He and I were chill and even had some of the same interests, so I never had a problem with him... What I had a problem with was his existence in Melissa's life.

Melissa would tell me how she and Davey had been dating for a year, he took her virginity, and that what they had was true love. And they were going to get married. How did she know they were going to get married? Because she already had the date picked out. And the church... and the dress... and the flowers... She had everything picked out down to the napkin rings. I know this because she would discuss these details with me during dinner. She'd talk for that half hour to fourty-five minutes about their wedding and their future and their kids (names picked out) and their house and their pets. I wish I was exaggerating, but she covered all of these topics and more at least once a week with me.

When she got tired of talking about this with me, she'd talk to Davey about it. Every night. On the phone. Just talking about the most pointless shit about their future and how much she loved him. This wouldn't be so bad were it not for the fact that any pause in her talking was filled up with, "Whatcha doiiiiin'~?" which was every five minutes or so. And then when it was time to go to bed, ten minutes was spent on their goodbye. Oh I kid you not, ten minutes.

>>4899934
>I went in one day to feed her hampsters(upon request) and found the water bill on her bookshelf.

>>4900021
"Good night, Davey~ I love youuuu~... No I said it first! Okay okay, we'll do it together... One, two three-- I love you! No I said it first! Okay okay, tie! ... I love you! No I beat you to it!"

Ten minutes of this shit, every night, every time she said goodbye/goodnight to him.

By the time she got off the phone with him it was just after midnight, and she'd turn off her TV which seemed to be stuck on TLC so all we watched was the same episodes of John & Kate Plus Eight and What Not to Wear. I swear to God if I have to see that episode where they go to the petting zoo one more time...

This left me enough time to finally focus on my Adolescent Psychology homework and finish it at an early 2am. Class was at 8am.

Then there were bathroom issues. We had a cleaning lady that'd come in every other day to take care of our bathroom but because she slopped water everywhere and made more of a mess than cleaning it, we decided we'd clean it ourselves. And I cleaned it the right way... And when Melissa would clean it... I'd find my wash cloths and hand towels bleach stained and covered in soap scum/hair. I was PISSED.

But you know, I'd be willing to put all of that aside, ALL of that aside... Where it not for what happened second semester.

Around November, Davey became a larger fixture in my life and in my dorm room. At first he'd stay over 1-2 nights on the weekend... And then it was a day during the week... Then two days... Then three... Shit son, he was there more than half of the week and slept over nearly every night.

Then the end of January came and I was awoken one morning to Melissa and Davey dragging in large black garbage bags. Davey was moving into our room. They soon rearranged the whole room to accommodate him and a little corner for their "love nest." I dealt with him and their lovey dovey-ness EVERY DAY AND EVERY NIGHT. I don't even know if he was going to school anymore since I saw him in the morning, afternoon, and night. There would even be times when Melissa would be out and it'd just be me and him in the room. And he began to get a sense of entitlement, taking a copy of our room key and letting himself in whenever he pleased... He even came into the bathroom once while I was in the shower, knowing FULL well I was in there. And then proceeded to do his business.

I have more than enough bad con roomie stories, which are part of the reason I always staff the cons I go to (even though some will still pop up every now and then).

For starters, my first Ohayocon. A good friend of mine was their then head of Video Programming. She knew I wanted to go and had no way of getting there. She also needed a few extra hands on staff. She calls me while she's on the road from WI to OH and says "We'll be in Chicago in 3 hours. You wanna go to Ohayo? Congrats, you were just hired on staff. If you know anyone who wants to staff, tell them NOW! Be ready in 3 hours and we'll drive you."

I call up my buddy Pete who had been my very first roomie at a con and told him that if he wanted in, he'd have to find his own way there. He says no prob, hops on the Greyhound and actually beats us there. This is because there just happened to be a blizzard that weekend (sign of things to come) and what should've been a 6 and a half hour drive turned into 11.

We make it there, check in, and she lets us make our own staffing schedules for the weekend on the master list and sends us on our merry way. She also lets the two other guys in the room, along with my friend and I, wait 'til checkout to pay her for the room (this is before Ohayo comped its staffers' rooms). This is where the shit storm starts.

>>4900070
So after their shit consumed the room (because they were also messy as fuck) I was confined to one-quarter of the room in the corner where there was a sealed door connected to the bathroom of the next dorm room, and while that might not seem bothersome, one of the girls in that room was had bulemia and some sort of bipolar psychosis where she would go into the shower, scream and cry, and pound/throw herself against the shower wall that covered the sealed door.

I then find out from one of my friends that Melissa's going around talking shit about me, calling me weird and saying that I stay up till late hours in the night (so I could actually do my homework without her shrill voice or John and Kate bitching at each other????). She would talk about all of her friends behind their backs too, so I'm not all that surprised.

How I dealt with all of this is beyond me. The only reason I didn't report them was because there wasn't any room I could switch to and it would only cause more friction between us. I'm so glad I moved in with my best friend the next year.

>>4900074
We all show up for duty the next day, and the master schedule is fucked 6 ways from Sunday. Peoples' times and shifts and names were moved around, the locations, what was showing in the rooms. To top it all off, half the staff didn't write their shit down so almost no one had any clue what they were supposed to be doing. The guilty culprit? My friend Pete, who would go on to further fuck things up.

Luckily, I wrote mine down so I'm good to go and we get everything straightened out. Pete? Decides to go piss off somewhere and not show up for half of his shifts. The ones he did show up for he'd leave halfway through, put in something other than was scheduled, or order gofers to fetch food for him and cover his shifts while he went to talk to women who'd want nothing to do with him. By this point, everyone is pissed (rightfully so) and looking at me since I'm the one who vouched for him.

He also begged me for money for smokes and food all weekend, largely because I had six bills burning a hole through my pocket. At first I was kinda worried that he wouldn't be able to pay for his share of the room, but wrote it off to not everyone having $600 to spend their first time at a con and helped him out. By now I'm sure you can see where this is going.

>>4900110
By mid Saturday he's just decided to say fuck you to staffing at all and just disappears. Now even I'm pissed at him as this is my friend that I vouched for, but he's shitting all over everyone. We're having to cover his shifts, fix shit that he messed up, etc. No biggie, I'm making damn sure I have a good time at my first Ohayocon and went on with my business. Finished my staffing obligations Saturday night and went and partied it up like a madman.

Stumble into the room hungover, 5 minutes before checkout. Thankfully, the roomies didn't bother me while I slept it off. Wake up, time to pay up. The other two guys pay, I pay, she pays, Pete... Pete?

"Dude, I don't have any money."
"...the hell? Did you... go over board and spend what you set aside or...?"
"Nah, I just didn't bring any money."

Yep, not only does he not have money to pay, he never even brought any with him. Even though we told this fucker that we'd all have to chip in on the room, he just came anyway, flat broke. This leaves everyone else having to pay extra. The other two guys rightfully said fuck no, he's my friend, so guess who chipped in for his share? To make matters worse, the gal who invited me along had her wallet stolen... and the fucker still has the nerve to ask us "So uh... does this mean I can't get a ride back to Chicago?"

>>4900173
This. This is why I booked a smaller room and am only rooming with one other, reliable, mature person. I was so relieved when I called him and he said he had been saving up for the con. As soon as I asked if he could pay half the room cost, he had a check to me a few days later.

I had enough experience trying to invite a bunch of people, only to be fucked over last-minute. It's like people don't get it that I'm going to be more mad if you cancel a week before than if they'd told me months before they can't go. At least if I knew early enough, I could try to get somebody else.

Last year I shared a dorm with two other girls. One girl was in a single, and my roommate and I were in a double together.
They were nice girls, I liked them, but GOD was my roommate messy. Most of the time her entire closet was strewn all over the floor on her side of the room. Her clothes would be lying on the floor in the bathroom. Her clothes and junk were all over the living room, and she basically claimed the entire living room as her own...
Both of my roommates almost never did the dishes, either. I ate in the cafeteria most of the time, so none of the dishes in the sink were mine...and if I did eat in the dorm, I washed my plate as soon as I was done because that's what my mother taught me to do. But the dishes would pile up because neither of them wanted to do it, and I stopped cleaning them because they weren't my dishes.
It would be pain in the ass to try to fill up the brita filter or do my dishes because their dished would go all the way up to the faucet.

I didn't have it TOO bad, but it still bothered me. I really wish I had talked to them about it, but I was just afraid of pissing them off or making things awkward. :/

Well uh this is from a school trip to Belgium 2 years ago.
But I was rooming with 3 other girls, 2 of whom I was alright with and the other I had no idea who she was.
At school I am usually very quiet but I have NO IDEA what to say, and because I was very excited about this trip I was blabbering on and being very ohohoho happy.
Though 'cos I was being bullied etc I was kind of on edge lmao being all paranoid and shit.
So when I was kind of tired and went to bed this boy from the other class came in to speak to one of the girls I was rooming with and told her what a 'weirdo' he though I was and all this shit. She agreed with him.
Welp, that ruined it for me really. I usually sat by myself on the coach we were on and was quite lonely. And everything any whispered or whatever would make me jolt because lol again paranoia paranoia lalalala.
Luckily I had 3 other people who were quite nice to me went on that trip and I had a lot of fun!
But whenever we got back to the hostel I was staying at the girls would play nasty tricks on me (such as waiting for me to get out the shower and then hide my towels so I had nothing to dry myself with except for a t-shirt).
But I still let them use my stuff, such as my hair dryer, hair straighteners, hair bands, toothpaste...
God I'm such a fucking pushover it's disgusting.
Also, they always forgot to clean up after themselves, so whenever the Teacher came to inspect our rooms I would end up having to do everything while they sat on their asses talking about how 'shit' this trip was. (It was a very nice trip actually! We went to learn about WW2 and got to visit memorial museums and everything.)
So.
Welp.
Not very nice roomies.

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Back to 0 with you!

I have none. The worst kind of room mate story I've had was a broship rivalry at uni between me and my mate Josh where we kept each other up by having loud sex as out rooms where next to each other.

>>4905628 trying to explain to my college roommate what a star is
American education system I presume

>>4905671

>I want people to come up to ME and make friends with me, but I don't want to have to reach out to others.
That's not how the real world works.

>Classes are too big, there's too many people and I'm anxious.
>I wanna take art classes all day long.
So then go to a small art school?
>"No I don't wanna take like seven art classes a day that's too much."

THEN WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?


I had to talk her down for two hours until I was leaving to meet another friend of mine. She's into anime and stuff like me so I suggested my roomie to come along and meet her, since we were going to go to the involvement fair and check out some clubs and such. She, of course, declined (she never wanted to/wants to go out to dinner with the rest of us) and so I went off. I later found out that she skipped her classes for the rest of the day, which wasn't too much of a surprise...


The next couple days, she seemed to be getting better, though... or so I thought. Wednesday night or so she was on the phone with her sister really late at night. Turns out they were planning her "escape from college" as in, helping her run away and drop out. Now I thought she was full of shit - how the hell was she going to catch enough buses and all of that on her own without her parents knowing? Well, she apparently figured it out, as she had a detailed escape plan written on her whiteboard for all of us to see as well as a note she left the next morning. The note said...

>"Dear (anon) -
I will leave State College today at 11:35am on the Mega Bus. Don't worry about me, I've been quite a bother as it is. I'll be fine, I've mapped out a route by bus to my sister's house once I've gotten down there. I will probably be back Sunday with my sister in a failed attempt at running away.
Have fun and wish me luck,
- (Roommate)
PS: Don't tell the RA"

(cont)

>>4905672
I'd say it's retardation. I learned that shit in the american education system, even though it does suck.

>>4905675
Why would you even tell the RA in the first place? Is she expecting the RA to jump in a car and chase her down?

>>4905688
gimme gimme

>>4905671
>>4905675

Those sorts of things give me anxiety, too, though... Well, other than not wanting too many classes a day. That's just silly. But I'm aware of these things and always trying to work through em.

And yeah, my general reaction is generally to run away. That's why I dropped out of high school, but, you know.

Workin through issues.

My worst experience was when my roommate, who was 300+ pounds and rarely showered, used my cucumbers from the fridge as a makeshift dildo... and I only found out what was making me sick after she moved out.

>>4905705
Now I'm completely sympathetic for stuff like this, yes. I can get pretty anxious myself, but just up and running away after four hours of class without even trying to figure things out? Ridiculous, especially since the three of us are also new first years like she is and are trying to get used to all of this too.

>>4905702
coming right up!

>>4905690
Pff I have no idea. I don't know why she also kept all of her "plans" out in the open for us to see. Suitemates think she did it for attention and I'm starting to think that too.

>>4905717
Yeah, it is ridiculous, but sometimes it's hard to deal with and running away makes things feel better.

Though, her ease of running away is probably because she doesn't realize she has an extreme anxiety problem...

Okay, >>4905717 here.

Here’s the broken finger story.

The night before she was to run away I was in class for three hours, in which apparently she got her finger stuck in a ring or something. It was on her knuckle and just wouldn’t budge, so my suitemate suggested to run her hand under hot water and use some soap. This didn’t work, so went and got some hand lotion from her room to try. It was starting to come free, and finally, it popped off. After this happened, though, roomie was like “… now my finger is burning.” According to my suitemate her knuckle looked really puffy – not misshapen or anything like that, however – and so my roommate decided that a little burning meant that she had broken her finger. So her sister came to pick her up and drive her to the emergency room and she was gone the rest of the night. Suitemate thought she was full of shit, though, because when you break your bones, you tend to just... know that you did. It's just an intuitive thing, and as somebody who has actually broken a finger before, it doesn't typically burn. It just hurts like a motherfucker.

Regardless of how we all felt, though, when she comes back in the morning of course we’re all dying to know what was up and asked her how things were. Very unsurprisingly, the finger was just swollen.

The other story is on the way as well…

>>4905707
oh my fucking GOD. SERIOUSLY? SERIOUSLY??!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK.

>>4905707
>>4905707
SHOOT ME IN THE FACE

JUST SHOOT ME IN THE FUCKING FACE

WHAT THE FUCK.

>>4905707
Oh fuck, I gagged reading that.

>>4905707
Holyfuckingshitwat...no... just NO

Fine, this makes my roommate I described >>4899444 and >>4899447 sound like a saint. *gags*

Why are human beings such foul creatures?!

>>4905732

And now for the random scaring/eavesdropping story.

The second night of classes I came back from my night class around 9:30. Roomie wasn’t around and neither were my suitemates as they went to check out a block party or something. It was nice having some privacy so I didn’t really mind it. 9:30, however, soon became 10:30, which became 11:30, and eventually, my two suitemates had returned and my roomie was still away close to 1am. Now at this point I’m freaking out because she isn’t a big partier at all and didn’t have many friends up here that she’d be hanging out with until that time.

All during this time I had been voice chatting with some friends from home on Skype and didn’t wear my headphones as I had no need to with nobody around and mentioned several times that I was worried about her. Just as I was beginning to freak out, I got up to go talk to my RA about it to figure out what to do and as I was leaving, a box that was on the ground jumped at me and slammed into my side. As it turned out, my fucking roommate had been hiding under her bed for over two hours waiting to scare me as well as eavesdropping on all of my conversations on Skype. She had no motive to do it - just kind of "felt like it." What the fuck! I burst into tears as I was so overwhelmed by the whole thing and everything happening at once and she just laughed at me.

The bitch is fucking psycho.

I haven't had any horror stories from my roommate yet, but my brother is a walking one:

He's almost 20 now, never bothered to get his license, doesn't have a regular job (out of not knowing how to look), never dated a girl (if it weren't for the porn on his computer, I'd honestly think he's asexual), and pretty much got kicked out of community college for failing so many classes. He also only went to community college because he didn't know how to a university and had to have my mother pick out his classes for him due to him not being aware he needs to do that.

He currently just sits around all day watching cartoons, playing video games and reading manga. I sorta lied when I said he has no job, as he's got a temp job working as a stock boy at a mom & pop store, getting paid $5 an hour - but he has a problem even with that... and it's literally three blocks away from our house.

And no, he's not autistic

>>4905793
I have similar problems..

But, I'm autistic and my mother never taught me how to live in the real world, so I have to have my fiance teach me.

Freshman year of college... I lived with the obnoxious napoleon complex chick, the ridiculously hardcore Christian and the bitchy I'm-too-perfect-for-you chick. All of these women were musical theater majors and were all competing against each other to be in the BFA (bachelors of fine arts) program. I was a music education major. Guess who they took all their aggression out on? It started small. I'd walk out and find my posters moved across the room from where I had originally put them and where they originally said were ok. Then it turned into abusing my shit, such as pots and pans and dishes (all of them were mine). Soon, everything became my fault. I was the little loner gothy kid then, so I just sat in my room. The few times I would have friends over, they'd bitch and scream about it, although they had parties every weekend. This continued for a while. It got toa point where Christian girl had left rotten meat in the freezer and everyone blamed it on me, although I was never out there and my room was the only one that didn't smell like ass and dead animals (suite style dorms, 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, kitchen and living room). The one thing that pissed me the FUCK off though that happened was the last fucking straw was when I had a guy friend over who I had a thing for.

>>4905921
We watched a movie and then started watching TV. Out of NO WHERE, napoleon complex starts yelling at the top of her lungs about how much she hates the bitchy chick. In the living room. I tried to just ignore it, but they stood RIGHT THE FUCK THERE. RIGHT NEXT TO THE TV. YELLING. Finally, Christian girl popped up and started trying to “mediate”, and then the fight escalated. Annoyed as hell, I finally got up and went over and yelled “What the fuck is wrong here?”. As soon as I did that, all of them burst out laughing, screaming “Oh my god, we got you! You believed it!”. It took all of my willpower to not punch them in the goddamn face. I dragged my friend to my room and we just watched TV there while I profusely apologized for my roommates. They knew I was pissed. Never got an apology. Never got anything other than more “Martyr, this is your fault, now fix it”. I finally moved out, taking all my shit with me, which left them with pretty much nothing. They got pissed, obviously. Napoleon tried to report me to the RA for moving out without telling them, but she couldn't do anything. I went back a few days later to gather the rest of my stuff. Christian girl is there and tells me that I need to come back and apologize for moving out so suddenly and without telling anyone because “we could have worked things out”. We would have had a “roommate meeting” in which everyone would have yelled about how everything was my fault while I was never around. Again. I told her to fuck off and left. Shit's better now. I'm living in a house and one of the girls I moved in with after this fucking nightmare just moved in and she's chill as fuck. I fucking hate roommates sometimes, though.

This isn't a horror story, just really sucked.

After taking community college for two years, a friend and I went out of state for college and decided to live off-campus. We shared a room in a two bedroom apartment where the landlord arranged roommates. When we got to the place, the dude was still away for the summer but had all his crap there from the previous year. Lets call him Rocky.
There was a note for us or something saying we could use whatever. So my roommate (lets call him Billy-Joe) and I are settling in, we drove up there so we really didn't have much stuff, really just pushed the guys cookware in to one cabinet while we used one for ourselves. Overall the apartment was decorated like a frat-boy would. Lame furniture, some Hawaiian party decorations, sports posters. Billy-Joe and I didn't really care because we just stuck to our room and played computer games.
We decided to meet our downstairs neighbors the first night and they brought up a case of beer and we had a jolly ol' time, even did a wonderful bbq with them later on the forth.

>>4905953
One day before classes start, Rocky comes in (he just lives up-state so he's not far) and he decides to make a snack. This guy pulls out a frozen chicken breast out of this value bag of like 40 and throws it on a hot pan, then he douses it with Tabasco sauce. The damn place is pretty much full of pepper spray, it was horrible and Billy-Joe and I are coughing. Also, damn, who cooks chicken without thawing it?
Rocky decides to tell us that the downstairs neighbors can be noisy at times and directs us to the number for the police. Said he has called the police on them before. He was shocked when we said we made friends with them. Can't believe the guy would rather call the police than knock on a door.
Rocky had told us that the bath drain has some strange plumbing and he has to put drain-o down it like every night. Billy-Joe and I pull the drain out to find a huge wad of hair. We disposed of that and put a hair trap drain on, never had a problem since.
Fortunately Rocky had a life and we rarely saw him. On the 4th of July, before leaving the house, Rocky had hung his American flag outside the front window. Not a big deal except the flag had the text "Love it or leave it" on it, which we found to be a rather rude way of thinking. We let him fly it for that day but took it back in a week later for just being a pig-headed statement.

Not much to say really, he was a dumb fratboy from years ago.

This isn't so much of a 'horror' story, but I guess I'll throw in my two cents.

First year at university, I got put into a shared room in a house which was really cheap. I had a room-mate who was literally so messy you could cut a line down the middle of the room with all the shit he left on the floor. The worst part was that he played a lot of sport so all of his sweaty football and cricket gear was around for ages until he cleaned it. He was messy and stuff, but that's not as bad as last year.

I moved in with some new housemates (mostly girls) who I had met in the first year and who I had thought were decent enough people. One of them I hadn't met before but seemed quiet enough. The rest of the year turned out to be a nightmare.

>>4906045
Fuck those assholes. I get that shit all the time because my last name is Reich and can speak German

>>4905688
This really doesn't sound that bad, anon.
Two weeks in. TWOOO WEEEEEEKS IIIIN.
Girl's got issues. But it doesn't sound like she's bothering you that much, just ignore it and go on with your education.

>>4905727
I feel this. Perhaps she has a panic disorder or anxiety attacks. I'm agoraphobia and just learning how to not run away from things, I've learned running away just makes it a way bigger problem in your mind and gives you a scapegoat excuse to keep running away again and again.

oh god.

my last roommate was a 27 year old teacher. I'll call him Michael for now, even though he's afraid of 4chan and he'd never see this in a million years.
He was an acquaintance of my boyfriend's and I knew him about as well when I was looking for an apartment. His roommate was moving out at the same time, so I moved in.

I soon learned to hate this guy. He literally NEVER cleaned. he would leave wrappers and food garbage and soda cans all over the living room. and he drank about 6 cans of soda a day. II picked up his crap for a few months, asking him to clean up after himself a few times and he always said he would but never did. Eventually I gave up and holed up in my bedroom until he moved out. And that's when the mice came.
I'd seen a mouse or two prior to his moving out; I didn't think it was a huge deal since at my old place there was one total that I'd ever seen in the two years I'd lived there.
Continued-

>>4906203
I'd seen a mouse or two prior to his moving out; I didn't think it was a huge deal since at my old place there was one total that I'd ever seen in the two years I'd lived there.
suddenly, after he moved out and I got a new roommate, there was a mouse explosion; the only thing I could figure was that Michael's garbage everywhere, having been a stable food source that was now gone, they were out and about looking for food- my food and my sublet's food. When my sublet moved in, we found a dead mouse behind the radiator in Michael's room, covered up with a holiday card- to me, that meant that he knew it was there but was too much of a pussy to take care of it properly. We did everything we could to get rid of them but nothing really worked for sure. When I moved out of there a few months ago, there were still mouse problems.
Overall, he was the biggest manchild I've ever met. he would hit the table in frustration over video games, he wasn't in any relationships, not even fuckbuddy relationships, he took out the trash a total of twice the year and a half or so we lived together, and he stomped off in a hissy fit when I joked once that he was "pushing 30."
oh, I forgot to mention, when I moved in with him I had just turned 20. I think I've blocked most of his more rage-inducing qualities out of my mind to stay sane, but god, he was infuriating. I haven't spoken to him since he moved out.

My roommates sophomore year of college were pretty horrible,

4 girls to a two bedroom apartment, so we shared rooms. I was the only sophomore, they were all freshman. They were ALL from out of state and freaking out that they were in LA. They got really into partying and started making lists of how many guys they could fuck in a night, all have a sex race with each other.
One girl once was complaining that her vag was itchy and irritated after one of her crazy nights. She complained about it for a week. Eventually while having sex with another guy the source of the problem showed itself. She said a USED CONDOM had been stuck up inside her vagina for over a week. It slid out crumpled into a ball in the middle of fucking another guy. LOL they were just so stupid it hurt me.

They'd have people over every night of the week. Like, 30 people in our tiny apartment. So I basically couldn't work at home or do anything there other than sleep. Security got called on us CONSTANTLY, to the point where eventually the cops started showing up. I was the only one who was 21 at the time, so basically the cops told me that if they were called again, it would all be on me for 'facilitating underage drinking' - even if I was hiding in my room and not participating.

This went on for a long time. Basically just never getting sleep because of their parties, constantly in fear of my shit being stolen, being confined to my room.

Cont from >>4906219

They also TRASHED the apartment. They never picked up their food, left chicken bones and other shit in the sink FOR WEEKS. We started having mice, ants, and roaches. Everywhere. The carpet became one giant black beer stain, and eventually one of my roommates got a tiny chihuahua that she never took out or took care of. They just let it run around the house and pee and shit everywhere. Soon the carpet was COVERED in dog shit. And they didn't care. They just left it there!

I eventually got my revenge, though. They decided to have a party one night that basically their whole grade was invited to. They moved out all the furniture and covered the floor with plywood, and hired a DJ. I didnt go for fear of the cops coming and busting me again.
Later I caught wind that the party didn't get broken up at all. I was SURE it would. I wondered why, and my roommate told me it was because they invited the security guards to party and flirted with them and gave them lap dances in exchange for not telling on them.

So I wrote the office about it and told them I felt unsafe with their security guards pulling that shit. They wrote me off the lease with no extra charge and evicted my other roommates.

And I haven't spoken to them since!
My most recent roommate was kind of bad too, but for different reasons. Very passive aggressive, took over the whole house and forced me to live out of my room, and demanded I clean constantly. She was nothing compared to the others though, NOTHING. But still not exactly a pleasant experience.

I've pretty much vowed to never have roommates again if I can help it.

>>4906224

fuck yes. they deserved that, good on you for reporting that bullshit.

>>4906219
>>4906224
Oh! I forgot to mention the best part: they ALL FAILED OUT.

>>4906234
Shit's rich

>>4906224

> socially awkward anon resents popular room mates
> passive aggressively gets them kicked out of halls
> complains about new room mate being passive aggressive...

Wow, my story fails in comparison, but why the hell not share anyway.

So last year was hell. I had a roommate, that at first was pretty cool. We got along together, we kept our spaces clean and tidy, and we even had a couple similar interests such as Harry Potter, and chick flick movies, so it was well. For a week.

>>4906358


Then it was as if she switched places with someone completely different. Her side of the room was DISGUSTING. She would leave food out for days, without cleaning up, even though I'd ask her to clean up so it wouldn't smell bad. She left half eaten pudding cups open as an 'experiment' so see how the mold would grow on them. She showered once every four days, when here hair was almost completely covered in grease, and yelled at me for taking one every other day (more than that and my hair and skin dry out). She said I was wasting water.

She would borrow my stuff without asking, even going far as to steal my favorite top, and stretching it out (she was about 100 pounds heavier than me). She got mad when I wouldn't share my food, or my drinks, or my laptop.

She ended up saying that she never liked Harry Potter and lied because she didn't want me to feel bad, and her real love was Twilight, and would continually try to tell me how much better Twilight was than Harry Potter, and how the books are SO much better because the Harry Potter books were too confusing.

She blasted Justin Bieber, Rap, Hanna Montana, Country, and random Japanese theme songs throughout the day, mainly at about 2 am when I was going to sleep.

She'd go to the bathroom, and wouldn't flush, or wash her hands, then blame it on me if she had friends over. I never once saw her brush her teeth, or use deodorant, and would often skip class to mull around our room.

I came back one day (class ended up getting canceled for the day) and saw her going through my shit. I went off on her, and she replied with 'well if you didn't want me going through it, then don't leave it in the room.'

If I'd have my boyfriend over, she'd hit on him. Practically molesting him. She tried grabbing his crotch quite a few times, till he blew up at her, then she cried about it, and told me I should break up with him because he's a douche bag and I could do better. The days he'd sleep over (sexiled by his roommate), she'd complain saying she doesn't want him there because he's really gross and doesn't give us respect.

The day she dropped out was the happiest day of my life. Now I have a super cool roommate who is really into her studies, and we get along really well. Even likes Harry Potter as much as I do, and every so often when we're both free on a weekend, we'll sit and watch the movies together.

After reading these I'm incredibly afraid my new, seemingly OK roommate will turn out to be horrible. Although I'm probably the bitchy one for rarely leaving my room and keeping to myself.

So, freshman year of college. My roommate was pretty damn cool, actually. He wasn't around too much, wasn't annoying, loved video games as much as I do and was open to trying out comics & anime/manga.

A few weeks later I start to notice that my bottle of adderall (for my ADD) was getting a lot smaller than I thought. Turns out he was eating them during the rare occasions where I wasn't around but he was

I only have 1 short lived story. When I first moved out, I moved in with the man of my dreams and all was well and peachy. But we ran into some financial issues, and decided to roomate with some friends who had a house and also had financial issues. financially, we balanced eachother out and all was well.

Everything else was horrible. I knew moving in me and my friend would but heads, we both just have that sort of attitude. So we realized this and like a bunch of adults tried not to make things worse with stupid pissing contests or tantrums. So i guess I had it better then most. But it was still dysfunctional on a basic level.

it was me, my fiance (we'll call him hubby), my friend (we'll call her Lucy) and her husband (we'll call him Mark). Now, Mark and lucy are fairy on the chubby side. and thats putting it lightly. Mark is somewhere in the 300 pound range, and has horrible BO. Whenever they sat on the living room couch, despite being made to fit 5, and being one of those L-shaped ones, there was never any room for anyone else besides Mark and Lucy, one part due to their girth, another part due to their shit always everywhere. On the occasion they wheren't on the couch (which wasnt often) I couldnt even bare to sit on it cause it reeked so much of Mark's BO. Besides living together, we all also worked together. We didnt see much of eachother which was fine, but I had basically gotten everyone their jobs there. I had later found out that Mark was getting complaints about his smell form other coworkers and customers. Turns out he wasn't showering properly because they only had a stand up shower stall in their bathroom, and he was too fat to fit all the way in it. (admittedly it was retardedly small, and even I would bump elbows in it)

>>4906545
Mark and Lucy where also packrats. Shit was everywhere. And they collected small little toy shit, so you could never tell what was trash or what was "important" and you where always stepping or sitting on it. Despite it actually being a house, it wasnt a big house, but we could have all fit comfortably if it wasnt for all the shit. There was a large pile of boxes they had since they moved in that they just left in the living, and because of this, half the living room was ignored. There was always shit totally covering all 3 (yes 3) dining tables, and dishes piled so high and over all the counters.

It got to the point to where it felt suffocating. there was nowhere i could do anything, i was forced to hole myself up in my room.

then there was the bugs. I could have let everything go, but oh gawd the bugs. I am an arachnophobic. i know, i know, "its just spiders!" but it seriously gets to me. The smaller they are they worse it is. and on a daily basis, there would be itty bitty little spiders coming down from the ceiling scaring the fuck out of me. They where in the living room, the bedrooms, even the bathrooms. And those wheren't the only bugs.

At some point, meal worms had infested the pantry. They are harmless, but whatever they got into you had to throw away, which wasted alot of food. No effort was ever made to get rid of them, just "wrap it up better!" or "use a plastic container!".

>>4905707
"ooh, roommate horror thread updated. maybe i'll make a batch of popc..."
fuck popcorn, trying not to vomit.

>>4906548

Then there was the ants. I dont normally freak out about ants, they are just ants, but i dislike bugs in general. At one point, we had gone to a con, and when we came back, we crawled into our beds and crashed hard. hubby had work the next morning, so he was gone bright and early, but i was awakened by this.... creepy crawly feeling. I kept telling myself it was just a dream, im just imagining it, etc, etc, and I went and took a shower to shake it off. after my shower, i walk back into my bathroom, and the creepy crawly feeling returns. I look down at my feet and they are COVERED in ants. I freak out, do the freaked out dance, and make my way to the only linolium area, the kitchen. I decided i needed my phone out of my bedroom, which was right by my door, so i braved myself to pull it out, and for the 2 seconds i was in there, i was already covered in ants. I wanted to do something about it, so i scoured the place for bug killer, and found something. I called Lucy, who was at work, to tell her what happenned, and she would not let me spray. since she had a cat, she was afraid of poisoning her cat, even though she never left her room. i couldnt even get comfy on the couch, becasue at this point they had spread out there too. feeling cornered, and trapped, with no where to go and nothing to do, i kind had a breakdown. no one was there, and i had no where to go. it really ruined everything for me and made staying there all that much worse.

I guess in the end, the bugs freaked me more then the hygiene, and they couldn't do too much about that (though they couldve called a goddamn pest control) But it seriously tainted the experience for me.

>>4906371
>frequently would hide her used dishes under the bed or in her desk.

Oh lord what

I feel pretty bad when I let my dishes sit in the sink for a few days, but I think perhaps I won't feel so bad now.

holy shit this thread.

As horrible as it is, bump

Bahaha. Alright. I'll bite. I've posted this a couple times in a creeper story.

>About to leave for Fanime '09
>Get a call while I'm packing my car to leave for the airport saying that there won't be five others in the room, but ten others.
>Don't have time to find another room, don't know anyone else there.
>Arrive there, find everyone's already taken their claim to where they're sleeping only to find there's literally no room for anyone else.
>Stay up all night Friday night talking to another guy in the room
>Not flirting, he's automatically bro-zoned.
>Crash after everyone wakes up and leaves the room.
>blahblahblah leave con.
>Get text from guy telling me he misses me and all that.
>He ends up complaining about how he's ugly and no girl wants him.
>Say he's cute to try to make him feel better. Not hot. Not gorgeous. Cute.
>He instantly takes that as me wanting to fuck him.
>Asks me what I'm wearing that night. Respond saying "clothes" and don't text him.
>Tells me to touch myself while thinking of him the next night. lolnope.
>Tells me he wants to fuck me up the ass the next night. Never intending on texting him again.
>Friend overhears me talking about him to someone, grabs my phone and calls saying she's the only one allowed to fuck me up the ass with her hard rubber cock.

It was funny seeing him the next year. Deer in the headlights look.

>>4908281
Oh, the best part was when he texted me asking what he did wrong. Sage because I just posted two seconds ago.

Dude, I would have sprayed anyway. Fuck the cat. If your flatmates' disgusting habits lead you to have insects or rodents, anything fucking goes.

I remember reading this roommate horror story online somewhere once...it was probably the nastiest thing I had ever heard.

From what I can recall, the roommate in question barricaded himself into a small section of the apartment. And the other roommates left for a while and when they returned, the whole house was filled with mold particles that were falling like snow. And their bathtub had been filled up with shit, because the roommate had used it as a toilet while they were gone.

I wish I could find it now.

>That feeling when you've never had a bad roommate.

>>4899943
Do you seriously not realise this girl was bulimic? Eating shit tonnes of food every day in disgusting combinations, still weighing 115 pounds, and running bath water (to cover up the sound of her vomiting). Combined with crippling self-esteem issues and a weird smell... I feel sorry for the girl.

>>4908498
http://housematehorror.livejournal.com/1451.html
Was it this one?

>>4905707
and
>>4908498
are the worst things in this thread. Dear god I want to vomit.

>>4908513
>>4908498

This story has also been reffered to as King Jed and the Fortress of Feces. Worst story ever.

>>4908509

My roommates haven't been that bad, either. One never bothered me, even though we had nothing in common. My second year, my roommate had her boyfriend live with her, and I lived at my guy friend's in his extra bed, so there were no problems there. That summer, my roommate and I kept to our rooms for the most part hanging out with our respective guys. And now, I'm living with a bunch of people I've know for the last two years, and we have possibly the nerdiest dorm in the building. It's great.

>>4908513

Yes! That was it! Thank you so much!

This makes me so glad that the worst I've had is my roommate riffling through my wallet and ruining a frying pan.

Also, just because I love you CGL, the worst moments in detail.

Becky.
She had a bunny rabbit w/e dildo on the kitchen side once, the messy kitchen side. Fuck knows what she was doing in the kitchen but had left it out, and we found it returning back from a weekend. At a closer look it was laid out on bread crumbs on the side and had picked them up on it, also covered inwhite crusty jizz that was yellowing, brown around the rabbit part. friend of mine who didn't live there said it looked like the stuff girls get when they're starting or finishing their period. we all almost threw up and didn't touch it, just teased the hell out of her when she got back.

michelle.
Went in her room once VIA HER REQUEST OVER THE PHONE to find paperwork of hers and read it to her. I actually, actually STEPPED on the floor on a used tampon of hers. there was a pile of them on her bedside table, but I actually trod on one. I felt it squish between my bare toes and dropped the phone in my disgust. Never told her but she must have known they were there.

yup. asked/forced bex to leave due to the stealing but lived with michelle for an entire year before us boys moved the fuck out of there.

Ah how lovely. Actually I have a recent one which happened last weekend. I was at a convention, and we had this girl joing our room last minute because she got ditched by her former group. We took her in because we knew her quite some time. Now from previous meetings I knew she was a slob, but things got out of hand way beyond my prediction. I'll have to go for now but if the thread is still up when I am back I will share my story.

>>4909004
When I first moved in she was great, the same girl I'd known and cared about during highschool. She helped me with the transit system, took me out to show me the shops and the cool fun places in the city.

When I moved in they had very little. VERY little. I went out and bought new plates/cutlery, I bought new towels and facecloths cause there's were nasty. I even donated my HUGE t.v. to go into the livingroom with it's nice stand so we could all enjoy it, along with my gamecube and playstation.

Things started to go sour within a month. She started to harrass me about finding a job (I had lots of money saved but couldn't seem to find work so I was still paying bills just not working)

Because I didn't have a job and was at home all day she decided that I was responsible for cleaning everything and also hiked up my percentage of the bills (heat, electricity, water).
At the time I was dumb and still liked her so I agreed even though her boyfriend who also lived there wasn't working and was home all the time as well but NOT paying any bills.

Then she started borrowing money..it was just small amounts at first and I agreed but when she would ask me money for things like partying and booze for her friends I was uncomfortable with it and told her so.

Cue the 2am crying bitch fit in my room about how I hate her and how miserable I am and I stay holed up in my room and all she wants is like 40 dollars to get out of this place for one night and blah blah drama.

Being stupid, I reluctantly agreed so she'd calm down and stop throwing a temper tantrum (At that point she was in hysterics and screaming) walked with her at 2 am to the nearest atm and took out forty bucks from her. Without so much as a thank you she leaves me in the gas station and fucks off to go party.
Fine. Good. Whatever.

We'll call my ex-roommate "x" and the friends involved "a" and "b".

The apartment was nice enough -- two bedrooms, a kitchen, laundry room, bathroom, livingroom and storage facility -- even though it was in a basement. I moved in with a girl I met in February of that year named X. She and I had some similar interests and hung out during school. We also hung out a bit during the summertime, namely due to cosplay/convention reasons.

Around the time of our second convention together I began to see who X really was.

I was the only one with a job in the house, and she would come home to see me on the couch in my uniform, scoff, make a snide remark, and walk off somewhere else (usually her room, to write about how much she hates herself, being unemployed, etc, online). I would come home from work to see her glaring at me; then get yelled at for having a job, being told how jealous she was, how she was more deserving of a job because she had more experience.

The next day I wake up and go to my 'hiding spot' in my dresser to dig out twenty bucks to go around town and pass out resumes, eat lunch and what not. Only to find my money is gone. All of it.
I'm pissed at that point and when I confront a very hung over Sarah she tells me it was money I owed her for the grocery trip tomorrow anyways so she helped her herself to it and when I get pissed off and ask her how she found my goddamn hiding place anyway sh ejust snorts and says 'well your clothes drawer is hardly a very good hiding place now is it'


So at that point I tell her to stay the hell out of my room unless i'm home. I told her how pissed off I was and she shrugged it off.

The next weeks following that incident only got worse...As it turns out , Sarah has bipolar disorder, is not medicated for it and I had NO idea.

She would come home from work, literally kick in my door and start screaming at me about how a pot wasn't washed (even though her and her boyfriend had been using it not me) or how pissed off she was that I was in my room YET again on the computer.

Other days she'd come in sobbing and begging me to forgive her and wanting things to go back to how they'd been in highschool.

>>4909024
>>4909013
On one of these crying fits I agreed to hang out with her and her boyfriend for the evening, watching movies, playing games and the like.

This is going to sound unbelievable to some but it's true. While we were hanging out she kept bringing me drinks of 'punch' she said it was a bunch of half finished shit in the fridge she was mixing together to get rid of it.

I drank glass after glass of it, not knowing anything was up until I stood up to go pee and started feeling strange.

I'd never drank anything in my life at that point, no alcohol no nothing. I thought I had the flu. I staggered into the bathroom and puked everywhere, started sobbing as I was confused and didn't know why I couldn't stand up or walk well, why I felt like such shit, why I kept puking.

Sarah starts laughing at me along with her boyfriend , they think it's real fucking funny while I beg her to take me to the hospital thinking i'm fantastically sick and must be dying if I feel this bad

(cont)

>>4909028
Now Sarah and her boyfriend are about in hysterics at this point and leave me to cradle the toilet, saying they were going out for the evening and that'd i'd be fine, I was overreacting, have a good night and all that.

I wake up the next morning in my bed, I must have crawled there or something, and she comes in, eating something that smelled awful and was making me gag.
It was then that she revealed that she had spiked all my drinks, that she was tring to loosen me up so i'd go party with her and her boyfriend. She said she had no idea i'd be such a damn lightweight and it was a pity i'd gotten so sick.

At this point i'm in utter disbelief. That sickness i'd felt, all that puking, the fear that there was something incredibly wrong with me had just been booze? I was drunk? And now I was hungover?

I didn't have the strength to be mad at that point and weakly told her to leave the room. Immediately after I call my mom and start bawling on the phone about everything that she did and everything that's happened. My mom see's red and I have to beg her not to drive the three hours to the city to smash Sarah's skull in.
She tells me to make plans to move out by the end of the month and I agree though i'm terrified..Sarah was starting to get into her dark moods where shes likely to start smashing things if something doesn't go her way so i'm not sure what to do.

(cont)

>>4909036
So I did the cowardly thing and decided to just not tell her. I didn't touch my things until the night before my uncle came to move me out. That night I started packing everything up and when she came home and kicked in my door she found me in the middle of packing.
Very calmly she asked me what I was doing and I told her I was leaving. She askes 'oh? The end of the month? that's fine' and I said 'actually, more like tomorrow morning'.
She's still calm at that point though she's giving me a fucked up look and I mumbled an apology , said i'd pay my rent for the next month so they weren't high and dry but that I had to leave, now.

She slapped me then, right across the face and started bawling about how terrible I was, how I was going to fuck them all over, how I was the worst roomate she'd ever had and she hoped I'd die in a fire somewhere.

I slammed the door in her face after that and barricaded myself in, packed my shit and didn't sleep that night not knowing if she was going to try to burst in and kick the shit out of me or something.

(cont)

>>4909021

At home, X still wouldn't leave me alone about having a job -- but at my job I was being treated poorly. X got a job and she was there for about three months. They treated her well, they gave her breaks based on whether or not she was feeling okay and gave her all the time off she needed for school -- and still allowed her to come in on weekends for full shifts. She would complain all the time about the people she worked with and pay no mind or care to the fact that I was being abused at my own job. She started applying for new jobs; and so did I. We both applied to work at the same place.

X got an interview at the place we applied -- was hired on the spot. She came home and told me; "Oh, your name was next on the sheet but I took the job because you know how unhappy I am at [Blank]"

>>4909041
She abused me. She would physically put me down, mentally put me down, and yell constantly. She would leave her dirty dishes, clothes, kleenexes, etc around the apartment, as well as large clumps of hair, and never clean it up. I did all the cleaning -- she never did at all. She would cook sometimes, but usually for herself, and never ask me what I wanted. If I would decide to cook for us, she'd complain that it wasn't what she wanted, and go to get herself McDonald's. She complained about being fat, but never did anything about it. If I was going out with friends, she would complain that she had none, she was forever alone. I apparently ruined every chance she ever had with a friend we'll call B - she would put me down about how B liked me instead. She would cry to people on the internet whenever I'd "abandon her alone" at home. She would grab my hips and squeeze tightly and flirt into my ear in a creepy character voice from one of her anime characters. If she watched a scary movie, she would pretty much force me into bed with her. She'd barge into my room, steal my blankets because she was so adamant I slept with her because she was scared. She tried to kiss me on more than one occasion. She'd yell at me if I so much as left one thing out -- when she was the messiest person I have ever met. She would put me down because I knew how to socialize and she didn't. She would always complain about her job, when she knew how much I wanted that job.

>>4909039
The next day she and her boyfriend disappeared while my uncle was there, probably for good reason because he was just as pissed off as a mom and goddamn scary guy when he wants to be
I left her a note, apologizing again and left her the money in bills on the counter and left.
I'd made it all the way back to my mom's house when the phone calls started.
She claims I left no money for her ,that I didn't pay my last months rent or utilities and that I owed her a grand total of 850 dollars (even if I hadn't left her the money i'd have owed her like 400 total..) and saying she was going to sue us all if I didnt' cough it up.

My mom heard all these messages (there was like 12 on the machine by the time I got to my mom's house) and told me to go and lay down for awhile and she'd take care of it.

I don't know WHAT she said to Sarah, but she never spoke to me again after that, blocked me on every account online and never hounded me for money.


I was only 18 back then,f reshly graduated, a total pushover and kind of dumb. I'm not proud of those six months or how I acted but it was a good learning experience I guess.

Okay, this isn't really a roommate story, but it includes people in the same dorm as me.

I was in a community college in some shitty podunk New Mexico town. Most of the folk were just normal, harmless people, but there were several exchange students from Kingston Jamaica.

Oh my fucking god, those bitches.

At first, I tried to be nice and welcoming towards them since I figured it was really hard to go from a vibrant tropical place to boring grassland. And they took advantage of that like crazy. There were five of them, A, B, C, D, and E, just to make it simple.

I met C in music class, and she would ask me to help her with remedial algebra. Eventually I was just doing her whole assignments. Didn't really care because algebra's fucking easy. But, it did sort of bother me that she was basically having me do her work for her, and I stopped after a week. She howled about me being heartless for an ENTIRE HOUR. In front of my dorm. At like 11pm, when some people are trying to sleep. And kept coming to visit my dorm to beg me for help. I sent her to the school tutor. C stopped talking to me, but she introduced me to her other friends.

>>4909045
About this time two others were added to our equation. Another roomie (A), and an animal. School was also reigning down heavy on us both;

I got into the group I wanted, but X didn't. She complained and complained and complained about how she HATED it. She would DROP OUT she was so unhappy. I told her to suck it up.

She got a cat to keep her company. This cat is the spawn of Satan in cat form. It has something seriously wrong with it. She is an overweight, bug-eyed animal that always looks slightly pissed off. She doesn't cuddle you, no. She just stares at you, and runs away. She ran into my leg, and automatically the thing hated me. She so much as looked at A and would run away. When you got home, she would stick her head into the hallway, stare, and run away. It would run into everything, then be scared of it for the rest of her life. It ate X's soap. It would claw apart my furniture. X would never clean its litter box. The cat would whimper if it so much as saw the person it ran into and hide inside X's sheets. I have never met an animal so pathetic in my entire life. It also decided to randomly attack me one night in the bathroom to which X laughed at in the morning and said "You're such a good girl!"

>>4909058
E was always broke and knew I had money. Every day she needed me to give her money, just a dollar. And, since I had a pretty cushy job at the time, I could spare a couple dollars here and there if she and her friends wanted a soda or something. But, once the other girls knew I was handing out money, they all flocked over and literally STOOD IN A LINE in front of my dorm to ask for a dollar. I told them I wasn't going to give them any money anymore, because shit was ridiculous and told them that there were a lot of fast food places that were hiring (because the kids from the summer were going back to school.) They got pissed and went to the RA about me being racist. I didn't know them calling me racist at the time, I learned it later, when I made friends with the RA's assistant. I guess they didn't do it to my face because then I'd stop giving them stuff.

So after I made it clear that I was no longer going to be giving them money, they wanted rides. Everywhere. They would ask me to take them to Walmart and let them get groceries, and they'd end up looking at clothes for 3 hours. I was fine with taking them to the store for food, the food the school offered was pisspoor, but not for dumb clothes. And especially not after I'd given them money just about every day for a few weeks. Or they needed me to take them to the bank and then OH NO! I don't have my I.D. Can you cash this check for me? Cue temper tantrum when I couldn't.

So I stopped answering the door when it knocked because they were the only ones who came around. So they BANGED ON IT. For HOURS.

>>4909061
It was a really small town and no public transportation, but the bank and the walmart weren't even a mile away. I walked there myself a few times just for the exercise. It wasn't like I was cutting them off from the world. A half minute ride isn't worth HOURS of banging. And, since I'd started working weird hours, I slept during the day. So they woke me up.

The way the rooms were arranged was with two rooms, and a connecting bathroom between them. There was a little latch-lock on the inside of the bathroom door, so you could keep your bathroom-mate(?) from coming into your room from the bathroom. I never bothered locking mine because the chick in the next room was pretty much awesome and never bothered me.

But, D broke into that room (she left it unlocked a lot because she kept losing her key) and walked into my room and literally shook me awake. Then acted all confused when I screamed at her to get out. I went to the RA, but because the girls had already called be racist and a bully and all, she didn't listen to me. It was only after D stabbed someone at a school dance that the RA actually took the complaints about the girls seriously.

And they all cooked in their dorm (which wasn't actually allowed) and let the food rot. Nothing smells like rotting food. Or rotting dairy. And they complained that I never visited them.

God damn this is all making me so fuckin mad. But now I live with my parents again, so all's well.

>>4909059
X would bitch at me for being closer to A than her because she was friends with her first. That I always steal all of her friends. I make her life miserable -- oh, the irony -- I was the reason living there was so difficult. But at this point, there were so many fights, so many meetings with the three of us roommates that it was ridiculous. Despite how calmed down I had become, X was making things 10x worse, and elevating the problems to become about her even more because A was supposedly picking sides. She had the balls to tell me; "You're just jealous of me." Why would I be jealous of her? I have no reason to be. She would also complain all about it when A and I were unemployed. She also had a thing for complaining about money, but then always spending it on food, clothes, or, trying to buy back mine and A's friendships after a fight.

I live with A now, and I'm really glad of this. X still tries to win us back with things, but there's no point in trying to be anything more than mutual with her. She's having a hard time right now.

In a sense I feel like X sort of deserves it.

>>4909068

Upon arriving at our room, the next problem was raised. We had agreed on sleeping order way before the convention, and she told us she would bring a sleeping mat or some kind of thing to sleep on. As fate would have it, or her stupidity actualy, she did not. The rage was great within me at that point, as I me and the before mentioned mate had to sleep on the ground and were prepared. She instead, demanded she would be getting a spot in the bed. She didn't take much space or anything, but I thought her demand was outrageous. Lucky for her, no one was in the mood for this shit and just wanted to sleep, so we gave her a little spot on the bed. Then another problem arose... She had no blanket or pillow. At this point I just plain ignored her and went to sleep, but in the end she had to do with a towel which was ironicaly big enough for her(She's small and skinny, she looks 14 or so but is actualy 18). Again the madness had only begun at that point.

The next morning came and she was preparing her cosplay. Making final preperations, she went out to the bathroom to cut her wig. Turns out she left all the mess for us to clean as she headed out. Still, the story is not done yet.

>Prepare for yet another post

>>4906273
Actually, I just did my partying before I went to uni. I spent a PILE of money to be at that school so I wasn't going to fuck it up. The school I was at required a lot of dedication and classes were for about 10 hours a day. There was pretty much no time to party.

I also voiced my concerned a hundred times about the partying, cleaning, etc and they'd be like "lol quit being such a mom!"

But yes, I am very non confrontational and tend to let people walk all over me, which was the case with both sets of roommates. Something I need to work on.

> Have a neckbeard friend who has never been to a con before.
> He really wants to go so I say he can room with us.
> We start putting on makeup and wigs for cosplay.
> He stares at us. It's super creepy.
> I brush it off and kind of ignore him. Have a great day.
> We get back to the room later and take showers, he stares at me when I blow dry my hair.
> Whatever, I try to sleep but he snores like a fucking train.
> After a sleepless night, I wake up around 7:30 am.
> He's awake and dressed. Turned out he had been watching us sleep.

Never again am I rooming with a guy ever.

>>4909111

After leaving the room, we quickly lost sight of M. Before losing her she was moaning about how she had to find one of our roommates because she had to get some stuff. I told her that she could perfectly do that alone, because I had events planned and wasn't going to waste my time on searching for someone she can perfectly find alone, also with all the shit we did for her before that in mind. After that she just left and I went on my way. I knew this was going to be a problem, as she left her shit over at my gf's room. Rumour had it she was actualy going to leave the convention, but this turned out to not be true. No one saw her the entire evening. Then once again shit hit the fan.

People from my room were already in bed when I came home to our room. No problem, but M wasn't there. In fact, all her stuff was gone and from what I've heard she moved away to another room. I was happy at this point and proceeded to sleep. Now skip to next day.

All day we hadn't seen her, luckily. Just her emo ranting, which I have not mentioned up untill now but was definatly there, was really destroying the mood. I'm used to way extreme more of her luckily, but still. Then it was the end of the convention. My gf and her friends caried around the shit M left at their room the whole day, and were so done with it that they were gonna keep it if she didn't show up in time. When their ride arrived, they were ready to leave the convention. Out of nowhere M comes running, yelling: "Wait! Where's my stuff!" Delaying not only a without doubt busy driver, also when she got her shit back she started bitching about where the food she bought was. I was so done at this point..

I am sure I missed a lot of points, but what's worse is that throughout all we did for her, she never said thanks or once did anything for us. I know I will never room with her again.

>>4908498
I have that story on my tumblr. It was the shit lasagna tub right?
Hang on I'll go find it.

>>4909775 (con't)

He set fire to our carpet with alcohol during a party. He pissed in the fridge. He shat in the fridge. He shat in the crisper drawer. He shat on the oven top, and instead of cleaning it up, turned on the burner, reasoning that carbon is easier to clean than feces.
He left a dead cat he found somewhere in our oven for a week and forgot about it. I discovered it later.
He owned 6 tarantulas, and would let one run around free-range. He assured me he had “tamed it”. I assured him he was a stupid shithead.
He never showered.
He sold drugs from his room. He smoked pot with his friends in the common area. He spilled bong water on two of my text books. He and his friends did cocaine off of the television set in the common area.
He had a party to which he invited too many people, and they spilled into my room. Strangers had sex in my room at that party. In my bed. One of them had pubic lice. Someone took a dump in my closet. Someone left a used condom in my slipper. I discovered all of these things after it was too late.
Morning after said party, my mother knocked on the front door, and a stranger from that party answered and immediately threw up on her legs.
Crackheads would regularly come by our apartment at all hours of the night trying to buy drugs because of his illicit activities. Whenever I answered the door and indicated that there was no crack to be had, they would sometimes get, desperate, belligerent and violent, and refuse to leave.
He put food products containing milk, meat and cheese on the heating unit and turned it on for three hours to see what would happen. I could’ve told him what would happen if he asked me.

>>4909782 (con't)


He put food products containing milk, meat and cheese on the heating unit and turned it on for three hours to see what would happen. I could’ve told him what would happen if he asked me.
He got angry at some video game he and his friends were playing in the common area, so he busted into my room while I was sleeping, and punched me in the face and stomach.
A few days later he put a tarantula in my bedsheets while I was sleeping. Thankfully I wasn’t bitten, but I was freaked out and still sometimes jump out of bed in the middle of the night for no reason and attack my sheets.
He shat in a lot of our fixtures. He would put his shit in baggies and leave them in strange places. I was thankful for when he used a baggie. A few words of advice for potential room-mates: A light fixture is not a toilet. A heating vent is not a toilet. The sink is not a toilet. The oven is not a toilet. That is all.
I was fucked at this point. He refused to clean or take care of all of the messes listed above, so I ended up cleaning them, but keeping an hourly log and catalog of what work I did and worked out a bill, which I sent to him. I was tired of cleaning feces out of our refrigerator, finding turds in our crisper drawer, shit on the stovetop, vomit on the carpet, vomit in our potted plants, vomit on the grille of our television set, urine on the carpet, urine on the kitchen floor seeping behind the refrigerator, dead animals in our oven and freezer units, and bags of feces hidden in our light fixtures.
Have you ever had to move your refrigerator out of its little nook to get behind it to clean urine mixed with whatever the fuck lurks behind a refrigerator in the first place?

>>4909799 (con't)

I secured the common door with a padlock on the outside which was really just for show. The inside was barricaded. At the bottom I had a rolled up towel, and I sealed the rest of it with tape to avoid smell or other chemical assaults from the common area. I packed against the door with my king-sized bed, which was in turn secured from being dislodged by a bookshelf full of weights and books. Even if he got through the padlock, he would not have been able to open the door without busting it in two. The top half of the door was unsecured; I was worried he might break the door and gain access, so when I seized his stuff I had it put in public storage across town.
Now the sliding glass door is where the home alone shit comes in. It had a lock, but it was nonfunctional and only accessible from the inside. So in order to secure the door while I was away, I got a remote controlled car, attached it to a string which was secured by a fisheye screw at the top of the door, and tied to a security bar which would drop into the tread of the sliding door, preventing it from being opened.

>>4909809 (con't)

So when I came home, I would whip out my little remote control, make the RC car run off and lift the bar, then gain access to the apartment. To prevent this system from being discovered, I papered the inside of the sliding door with butcher paper, and I ran a wire outside of the door in an obvious manner, so that the roomie would think that this wire somehow, if tugged correctly, would undo the lock. To my knowledge, all of his attempts to get inside my apartment were by messing with this wire, which was attached to the handle of an antique coffee grinder and a paint can. If you tugged it, you’d get a weird uneven resistance as the handle crank turned and the paint can danced, which added to the illusion that this wire was some secret way of ingress.
I heard this account from the neighbors, because it occurred while I was away, but apparently he had lost his front door key, had some kind of intestinal problem, and had to take a shit really bad. All of the neighbors he knew he had already hit up for toilet access and been refused by this point. So he’s swearing like crazy and yanking at this wire, and bashing against the door in a frenzied desperation when the neighbors call the cops, reporting a B&E. When the cops show up he’s taking a shit in the bushes just outside my window. I fucking hate him so much.

>>4909815 (con't)

I think he went crazy and lost all his friends at some point, because around the time I barricaded, I stopped hearing parties. In fact, I stopped hearing anything from the common area of the apartment, except for the occasional formless moans and thumping. I don’t know precisely what went on in there, because I mentally washed my hands of the whole area. I did, however, start smelling odors. I taped up my door. I know it wasn’t smart to do things like this, but I was just fucking sick of dealing with his shit. I didn’t call the landlord or anything, despite the fact that I knew he was destroying things over there. After cleaning so much of his shit up, I just wanted the universal ass of justice to see what a wreck the place would become without my presence.
Forgive me for being a little spotty in my descriptions after this point. What I do know of what transpired over there I can only reconstruct from forensic evidence, what precisely was destroyed, what common friends have told me in their accounts, and two forays over into the waste zone over the next two months. I essentially didn’t even see the front door of our apartment during this time.
For those of you wondering why I didn’t call the landlord. I was kind of in denial. I just figured that whatever happened over there was Jed’s business. I think I was on a sublease under him at the time, so I wasn’t too worried about damage to the apartment. I withheld rent from him during this time too. His family was paying rent for the whole unit, and I would reimburse him directly. I deducted cleaning costs and other things from the rent I paid him. I think he was too embarrassed or crazy to call me on it, or have his lawyer financial guru daddy get me busted.
Quick fact: His father was on the cover of Forbes magazine like 8 years ago.

>>4909819 (con't)

Have you ever had something go wrong, and, knowing it was someone else’s responsibility, just didn’t intervene out of sheer curiosity about how it fucking bad it would get? I didn’t turn him in for that reason too. I just…wanted to see how bad it would get. I was stupid, mad, curious, and really didn’t have any responsibility for damage to the unit, knowing his family would cover the costs.
Edit: So, basically, I didn’t kick his ass for two reasons: A) I am always law abiding to a fault, and B) The setup I made was really very convenient for me, and made it so I never even had any contact with the guy. It was basically rent-free… I paid $50 a month in rent after all of the deductions for unsanitary conditions and ouster from the common area I made (and documented… and got to keep after the courts got done looking at it…), and I was exiting and entering from an opposite end of the house. Basically, I only really knew what Jed was up to during this period from forensic evidence in the apartment and the accounts of friends, neighbors, and the police.
From my perspective, imagine this: You are strapped for cash. Someone offers you a studio apartment, with minifridge and bathroom for $50 a month, and after you move out, you’re given a few thousand dollars just for living there. The only catch is that there’s a closet you can’t open, and you have to tape around the edges, and the lock to get in is a remote controlled car rig. Sounds like a good deal to me. Jed couldn’t make much noise to bother me after I confiscated his music equipment. All of the people talking about going ape shit sound like the nutballs to me. I’m very easy going, and I came out of this ahead. I’ll get to the renumeration later.

>>4909790
I sat down to eat some chips and enjoy some funny stories you dick. Now all I see is shit.

>>4909832 (con't)

TIME C: Jed starts trying to get at me by playing his subwoofer really loud at odd hours, and demanding to use the bathroom. I get back at him by packing away all of his stuff, (including the audio equipment) and storing it in a friend’s storage unit across town. I think that he started to really go truly crazy at this point. I come home finding him taking things out of my room and putting them into his truck. I restrain him and call the police. By this point he is beyond all rationality and is completely flipping out, so he is put in the copcar for a while and the officer helps me unload my things from his truck. For some bizarre reason the officer does not arrest him, but after “talking to him” lets him go. I think my calm temperament made the officer not realize he was violent and that is why I was restraining him. (My motto in life: “So it goes.”)
TIME D: I dub this time the sealing. I really don’t mind cleaning up poop and shit, I used to be assistant manager of an apartment complex, but it is taking too much time to clean. I buy a range-top, and seal things off after writing a surrender letter to Jed, declaring that he has evicted me from the common area. Shortly after I come up with my Home Alone security system, withhold rent except for a nominal $50 a month, and go on with life as if I did not have a crazy room-mate sealed away in the other end of the apartment. Time left on lease at this point: 2 months.

>>4909815
>>4909799
>>4909790
>>4909775
Is he positive he was rooming with a human being and not an ape?

I can NOT EVEN BEGIN to comprehend the shitting everywhere thing. I almost don't believe it.

>>4909839 (con't)

Edit: Time D is when he shits in the bushes and is arrested for the night.
TIME E: The black time. I am not sure what exactly went on in the apartment during these two or three weeks. This is around the time finals are going on, so I really don’t care. Water starts leaking from the wall, so I re-enter the common area to see what is up. This description really deserves its own post, and will clog the time-line up, so I’ll elaborate later. I fix the water leak, which he had been covering up with newspapers, and promptly exit. Once he finds out I was in his area he flips out and makes a lot of noise over there, but I do not investigate.
Remainder: There is one further, final re-entry by myself, with a flashlight. I couldn’t get in with my key because the door was messed up, and his sliding door was blocked with a mattress, so I kicked down the door and entered. After a quick walk-through I call the fire department, the landlord, the police, and an ambulance. This is full of drama and will be detailed in its own post.
I’m very preoccupied with work and school at this point. Since my point of entry on the house is opposite from the front door, the only real contact I have with Jed at this point is what I can hear from him through the walls, and whatever odor seeps under the door past my homeland security setup. This is pretty tolerable as a condition, definitely worth the $50 a month I was paying for it, but I was starting to get worried. I was worried about Jed’s tarantulas getting into the ventilation system, so I sealed that off with plastic wrap and duct tape.

>>4909843
I apologize

>>4909834
I honestly have no idea. I would have gotten the fuck out of there as soon as possible. I had a crappy roommate and I didn't stay with her longer than two months and she was not a fraction of this.

>>4909844 (con't)


Then I started worrying about fire. Jed liked to play with heating elements and flames, and he was an alcoholic, so I was worried that with the sealed off vent I wouldn’t know if the house were on fire. At around 3pm, I was studying, when I noticed that my feet were getting wet. Upon inspection, the carpet next to the wall was wet. I went around to the front of the house and found that the door was ajar. I went back to my apartment and picked up a plumber’s wrench and a flashlight to see what was wrong.
I’m not exactly the best at descriptions, as you can probably tell from the poor quality of writing in this thread, but here’s the best I can do. I’ll try to portray these things from my perspective at the time, and not reveal what they eventually turned out to be.
I unlocked the front door of the apartment and pushed it open, after confirming that Jed’s truck was gone. The lights in the place were out and the shades were drawn. The light shone inside and revealed that there were strange particulates hanging in the air. Not quite smoke. I would almost say that the odor was so thick in the apartment that it could be seen with the naked eye. Upon reflection, I imagine that what I was seeing was mold spores.
As the arc of light from the bright outside swept across the room, a few things were revealed in sequence: First off, the common area was absolutely covered in free student newspapers. There were obviously things underneath because the newspapers bulged, and I could even identify an easy chair covered in newspapers in the corner. The kitchen was crammed with garbage.

>>4909860 (con't)

I could identify two large bulky garbage bags in the corner of the common room. Investigating them further, I discovered that they were covered in some kind of glistening brown muck. The whole place smelled absolutely rank. I swept my light across the place a few times, just to make sure Jed wasn’t there lying in wait with a knife or something, and I proceeded into the apartment, leaving the door open. I took some vic’s vaporub from my pocket and daubed just under my nose. The garbage bags had been hastily pulled out of the common room closet, the one which contains pipes leading to Jed’s bathroom. I shined a light into the closet and a rat or mouse or something ran very quickly under the newspapers in the common room. I looked and saw that there were several dents in a pipe in the common closet, and it was otherwise soaked. Finding no immediate source for the water, I proceeded into the hallway area towards Jed’s room.
I was a little uneasy, because the whole place was filled with debris. The common furniture that came with the apartment was lodged in the strangest places. Like the hallway to Jed’s room had the common couch in it, upturned. I climbed over that after making sure Jed wasn’t under it. I was a little more nervous because my egress had been essentially blocked by this couch, and walked past the debris. It looked like he was salvaging equipment and building materials from local construction yards. I could identify in the hallway, piping materials, a toilet lid, cinder blocks, scrap wood, and a box of pilfered nails. Jed’s large sledge hammer (or geologists hammer, I don’t know which) was lodged in the door of his room. I pushed it open and the damn thing fell out, giving me a fright. Anyway, I proceeded into his room, which was strangely clean. There was nothing in there, but the floor was absolutely soaked.

>>4909867 (con't)

I realized what happened; he realized there was water everywhere and threw all of his shit outside of the room into the hallway, and leaned his mattress against the sliding door (where it remained, to my knowledge, for like two weeks. I have no idea where he was sleeping.). The leak was coming from his bathroom, so I went in with my wrench ready to clock the fuck out of my crazy room mate if he should jump out at me.
I saw the familiar smashed bathroom fixtures, and I was very thankful for the vic’s vaporub, but the stench stung my eyes still. There was a bathtub covered in newspapers. I prodded it with my wrench and the newspapers gave way, like they were on top of jello or something soft and organic. I prodded it harder and what I can only describe as fecal fluid seeped from the sides of the newspaper. I think he was taking shits in the bathtub and covering it with newspapers, like some kind of foul lasagna. The leak was coming from under his sink, which he had dislodged through some violence. I could see the remains of a cinder block on the pipe, so I think he might have been hitting the pipe with a cinder block. I turned off the water to the sink, stopping the leak, and decided that it would be best if I left before he returned.
On my way out, I climbed into the kitchen area and opened the fridge, just out of curiosity. There was a ball-like, organic mass in the middle, with tendrils of mold growing out of it. It was roughly the size of a human head with a large dent in it. Not desiring to get toxic mold in my nostrils, I closed the fridge and surveyed the common closet again. The walls of the closet were covered in a black shiny material which glistened. Upon closer inspection, it was mold. I didn’t know that mold looked like that. I prodded the newspapers a little bit, but remembering the rat, and not wanting to get bitten, I left the apartment, closing the door behind me.

>>4909870 (con't)

I got a towel and did my best to dry out the carpet. I left my sliding glass door open to help air the place out. I printed out a notice to Jed that I had entered and fixed his sink, and placed it under the door. I later heard Jed come home, and he obviously discovered I had been in there, because he started freaking out, swearing, and throwing things around. I heard the couch in the hallway get rammed into my door. He threw a tantrum for another five minutes, and then I heard the front of the apartment door slam. I heard him approach my sliding glass door, swearing, and I can only imagine that after seeing it open, he decided not to come any further. Like I said, the guy was afraid of me. He left in his truck a few minutes later, to return in ten minutes. I heard strange moaning and stumbling around in the apartment after that. I think he was moving furniture or something. I heard breaking glass a few times, but after that, silence.
Now, the kidnapping.
Let’s get this over with.
So as I said, I am a pretty easy going person and I could tolerate this situation pretty endlessly. But as I hinted earlier, Jed eventually made this situation unlivable. Here’s how it goes down:
I’ve long been using a cellphone since Jed pretty much has control of our apartment phone, and whenever anyone calls he’ll answer with crazytalk. To my knowledge, he still has access to the store room in Longs Drugs, from which he has been stealing crates full of random stuff.
Anyway, lately, Jed was more active than usual. I hear a lot of heavy stuff getting dragged around, and crashing, and lots of moaning, hollering, and other psychotic outbursts.
One evening I hear Jed making a hell of a lot of noise, then silence. Then I hear the front door slam, and his truck goes off. A while later, he comes back, I hear more slamming into things, and a bunch of really high pitched loud vocalizations, kind of like whales mating.

>>4909880 (con't)

The noises have a sort of deep bass resonance, like a big drum, as if a bull or some other large creature were banging around over there. Jed’s a small guy, and I didn’t think him capable of moving shit around heavy enough to make that kind of noise with that degree of frequency. Since I smelled smoke and the power was out, I grab my gigantic wrench, smear some vic’s on my nose, put on my leather jacket, put on a motorcycle helmet I confiscated from Jed, and prepare myself for battle, maglight in hand.
I am really psyched up at this point. I know a lot of you will be saying that I was stupid for operating like this, but I reasoned with myself that I had better go over there just in case he HAD captured some poor girl and was, I dunno, by the noise of it, bludgeoning her to death with a tuba. I headed around to Jed’s car and looked inside. I saw he had rope and there was blood inside the cabin. I tried the door, it was locked. I smashed the window with a wrench and went inside the cabin. Behind the seat was some bloody rags. Ohhhh shit. At this point I decide I had better get the fuck in there and stop whatever he was up to. I felt really guilty at this point for letting it get this far. I decided that if I were to go in there and die, I would’ve earned it for letting him get that crazy for that long.

>>4909887 (con't)

I trucked it over to the door, set my wrench on the ground, and fumbled for my keys. I unlocked the door but it wouldn’t give. The door was moist. I didn’t quite understand that. I pushed and pushed but it hardly moved an inch. So I started stomping at the door as hard as I could. Eventually I heard something slide and shift and collapse on the other side of the door, and I gave it another kick. My foot actually made a hole and went through the door, and I fell over. I started freaking out because I was worried Jed would stab my boot or something, so I struggled and hurt my ankle. I also broke my foot from the kicking. Eventually I calmed and got my foot out of the door, and bodychecked the door. It came flying off the hinges, and came completely to pieces.
Ok, so I bashed the door in, and I went flying into the apartment, head first into a wall that is right in front of the doorway. The couch had been barricaded against the door, and my kicking caused it to tip over. It was still partially blocking the door. I immediately started struggling wildly once I was on the floor, flailing my wrench and maglight everywhere in case something was about to jump on me. I immediately exited the apartment, grabbed a metal patio chair, and hurled it into the blackened apartment in case anyone was in there. The motorcycle helmet was making it really hard to hear any kind of ambush, and it was covered in grease and filth from the couch, so I ditched it, and proceeded inside.

>>4909893 (con't)

It was night time out so I didn’t get the benefit of a good light source from outside, and my maglight had grease on it. I saw a glow coming from the corner. I tried to smell if there was smoke coming from a particular direction, but the Vic’s vaporub made it difficult. I swung my light around the room and found it full of trash like it was before. There was no way I could ascertain whether Jed was hiding under something. I did note that some of the newspapers were covered in what looked like splotches of blood. From my forensics training I could gather from the splotches that whatever shed them was moving at a high rate of speed through the apartment.
I bounded over the couch into the apartment, landing on my broken foot, and falling on my face, in a lot of pain. I remembered the tarantulas and freaked out again, scrambling to my feet and stumbling over towards the source of light. I discovered that Jed had stolen a large floodlight from Longs drugs, which was in the corner, smoldering the carpet. I grabbed that and quickly shone it all over the place. Suddenly I saw that there was a guy about 6 feet tall wearing a beige suit about two feet away from me, so I flipped the fuck out and tackled it. It turned out to be a cardboard stand-up of Captain Kirk Jed got somehow. I picked up my wrench again and limped onward.
The apartment was completely silent by this point. All I could hear was some kind of dull tubal thumping from inside the place, that same dull bass noise I heard earlier. Remembering my crack training at counterstrike, instead of going further in, I limped over to the kitchen area and flung shit around to make sure that nobody was hiding under the newspapers. I could see that he had gotten a lot more crap since the last time I was here. There were mason jars of urine in the kitchen, along with gallon jugs of the stuff. There were a lot of things he had obviously stolen from longs drugs.

>>4909900 (con't)

There was a crate of sour patch kids all over the place. On one wall was a poster of Homer Simpson naked drinking beer, and a bunch of knives had been stabbed into it. I was too angered and pumped up to be frightened. I opened the refrigerator and stomped the shelves apart while I was at it, just to be sure he wasn’t hiding in there.
I had a huge floodlight but it couldn’t illuminate everything all the time, especially with the dank murk of mold spores and the smoke, so I ended up trying to shine it everywhere at once as I proceeded. The common closet was closed, so I kicked that in and swung my wrench into the dark area within. I hit something soft so I kept pounding at it, but it wasn’t human. It was a trash bag full of something soft and yielding. I gave it a kick and moved on.
I ripped the doorway off of the hall closet and swung my wrench inside, but I only hit a few canned goods in there.
I could hear high pitched shrieks coming from the interior of his room. His hallway was pretty fucking well blocked with shit, so I started grabbing things and chucking them into the common room. He had a gigantic stuffed Pluto doll, about as big as a gorilla, which I chucked. Among the other things I hurled was a futon I recognized as salvaged from the end of our block, some patio furniture, a bag full of McDonald’s playpen balls, and something which was big, black, disgusting, soft, covered in grout, which I cannot, even to this day, identify.
I crawled through the remaining debris with the wrench in front of me.
This is embarrassing, but I forgot to mention. As I was hurling stuff, I had my wrench in my hand still, and so I hit myself in the face with it. It required some stitches, and, since I had hit the trashbag full of feces with the wrench, it got infected.

I was once the roommate of a rather prominent tripfag known as BlackKnight. He was an odd fellow of sorts, with a fanaticism for Zeon (the evil faction from the original gundam), a devout loyalty for Nintendo products (read: mindless fanboyism), a general hatred of well... most of mainstream society, a high amount of paranoia that instead led to self-fufilling prophesies, and an even stranger tendency to repeatedly wear the same outfit over and over again, a white shirt and kacky cargo shorts. Not merely one copy of this outfit, but several identical interchangeable copies!

He was pretty well known as a rampant troll who browsed most boards and often provoked arguments for the hell of it. Perhaps more annoyingly, he had the exact same tendency to argue, obnoxiously insert his opinion into everything, and was often just as much a troll to people in person as he was online. There's even rumors stating that he's the originator of the "duckroll" meme which led to "rickroll", however I can't verify that at this point.

Long story short, I knew him for a number of years, and he finally transferred to my university. Despite all of the above issues, we still shared some common interests so I figured it wouldn't hurt to try being roommates. I even thought I could help him adjust to the community a bit and get used to a more normal university life. Didn't work. Went horrible, actually. Time and time again, he found new ways to test my patience, loved to provoke arguments, didn't do well in his classes, wasn't going out and meeting a whole ton of people, and actually started to get somewhat depressed about this, which only made him even more anti-social. I wasn't always patient, but I tried my best to deal with this...

>>4909904 (con't)

So to tally it up, we have one broken foot, one twisted ankle, one gouged and splintered shin, and one bleedingassed face.
So anyway, I am crawling through the hole I’ve made in the blockaded hallway. I finally realize why he has been making so much noise. The fucker has made some kind of evil fortress. If my room is the fortress of light, his is the fortress of evil. And feces.
I crawl through the hole and pop out in his room. My strategy when playing doom 3, when I knew something bad was about to happen in a room I dropped into, was to run around like crazy in the dark and fling grenades. Well, instead of doing the slick commando thing and dropping into a crouch and assessing the situation, I popped out of that hallway barricade with my wrench and flashlight, and ran like crazy into the pitch black room, swinging around at anything and everything. I connected with some stuff but nothing human. My foot failed me and I fell over and crawled like mad to a corner. I dove for my flashlight, picked it up, and assessed the room.
This place was full of fucking hostess products. The guy must have stolen at least two crates worth of the damn things. They were still in their wrapping. Twinkies, hostess cupcakes, all kinds of stuff. There was nobody in the room, but there was blood all over the place. I could hear that strange bass resonance from inside the bathroom. There was actually a light coming from there, it was rosy red, coming from a crack in the bathroom door.
…the very air in Jed’s room was absolutely thick with mold and smoke, which I couldn’t smell from the vix, but it still stung my eyes anyway. He had smeared all kinds of crazy gibberish on the walls with what looked like red lipstick, and the walls themselves were absolutely covered in growth. The barricades in the hallway must’ve been there for a while, because they essentially kept a lot of moisture in the air in Jed’s back section.

>>4909913 (con't)

Also, I forgot to mention this as well, but as I was running like a sissy through Jed’s room, I knocked into his mattress which he had leaned against the side door a few weeks prior (my estimate). The mattress was completely soaked and very heavy, and the instant it hit me I thought I had fallen into an insidious trap or something, so I further injured myself by trying to struggle out from underneath it. Jed was making these freaky noises the moment I burst into his room, but the echo chamber effect of the bathroom and ventilation system, and the strange nature of the noises, made it difficult to determine where the hell they were coming from.
The carpets in his room were really rank. The previous water leak had made them dank with mold, and I can only imagine what the high fecal content of the air did. It was difficult to breathe, and nearly impossible to see, which really added to my panic. It was almost like I had been buried alive. The scrawling on the wall, though I didn’t really get to see them in much detail because I was far more concerned with other things at the time, were just…creepy. The vibrations made me think for a second or two that he had tunneled under the apartment and I’d have to go into some kind of underground basement he’d made.
Edit: Scrawling on the wall from what I saw consisted of nonsense Latin words, tons of triangles within triangles within triangles trailing all over the place, and a few goatsatan faces made of triangles.

>>4909916 (con't)

I got to my feet and regained my composure. I stomped over the hostess cupcakes and other misc crap he had lying on the ground. I would limp every time I remembered I had a hurt foot, but really, by this time, I didn’t give a fuck about the pain. I heard the shrieking from inside the bathroom, like some kind of high pitched wailing, and the strange bass resonance. I kicked open the bathroom door and screamed at the top of my lungs, “YOU FUCKING SHITHEAD!!”
I wasn’t in the right mind to come up with awesome catch phrases, so let’s pretend I screamed something bannable like, “The juice is loose!”
I stomped into the bathroom and was immediately PHYSICALLY STRUCK by the most powerful odor I have ever, ever encountered. My nose was pretty vixed up, but somehow, my eyeballs felt like they could smell the odor. I swung my wrench before I really looked to see what was going on and totaled what was left of the sink. In the corner of the bath tub I saw Jed writhing around with a golden metallic object in the **** lasagna. He was freaking out and screaming. The other thing I noticed was the fire. In the remains of the toilet tank was a bunch of flaming papers, right next to a can of paint thinner. I figured that Jeb threw in the thinner thinking it would burst into flames, but he neglected to uncap the thing. So I grabbed the can of paint thinner and in one swift motion clocked Jeb in the head with it. He started freaking out even more, and at this point I could see that the object he was writhing with in the tub was a saxophone. He seemed to be bleeding all over his head but it was hard to tell because of the shit smeared everywhere, coming out onto the floor. The lightbulb was covered in either nail polish or blood.

>>4909924 (con't)

I backed out of the room and grabbed a jug of urine, and threw it at the fire. Remembering I should probably uncap the jug before using it to extinguish flames, I grabbed another one and actually poured it out. By this time Jeb was trying to get out of the bath tub, so I stomped at him with my boot, closed the bathroom door, and jammed the fuck out of there after one final check for any hostages in the bedroom.
Then I got the fuck out of there, rammed the exterior door with a patio table, and called the cops, the fire department, an ambulance, and, after getting back into my place and looking up the number, the landlord.
There. Done.
Oh, and aftermath, there was some court action for back rent, but all said and done they couldn’t prove I was withholding rent because I paid Jed with cash on the barrel head, and I ended up actually getting paid money to stay there in the long run. I still have Jed’s things to this day and to my knowledge he is in a nutbarn or something.
Just to clarify, the shriek noises were his psychotic wailing, not the sax, which was full of shit and inoperable. The strange bass noises was his movements in the damn lasagna tub, amplified by the fact that it is a gigantic shitty cheap plastic tub and next to my wall.
There were never tarantulas actually running around in the apartment. They were all in their cages and quite dead by the time the showdown occurred. I wish I had known that, because I might not have been so berserk frenzied at the time of re-entry.

>>4909929 (con't)

The cleaning costs were somewhere around twenty five thousand dollars. I know I scored around 8 thousand dollars after it was all said and done. I don’t know what the police said, and his parents refused to speak to me except through lawyers.
I know they called some special unit or something with moonsuits to extract Jeb from his shithole, but I didn’t stick around much after that before going to the hospital. I drove myself.
Oh haha, I forgot one silly little detail.
The cops were about to go into the apartment, and I told them, “Be careful. He has tons of tarantulas and they’re probably all over the place in there.”
After that they gave each other a look and decided to wait for the moonsuit crew.
That couch is a whole other story too. We had two couches, one was a common couch and one was this crazy couch my roomie had bought at a garage sale. The crazy couch was made of black fur, and was gigantic. It was the one blocking the door, and had shit growing all over it. I don’t know how, but somehow mold is all greasy when it gets wiped on stuff. I’m not sure where the other couch was at the second re-entry. I can’t remember if it was blocking the hallway or what.

(That's the end of it. I honestly hope and pray that this isn't real but little details in it creep me out far too much to think that it's not)

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Eventually, he started to talk about his hatred of certain convention security staff more openly, as they had often singled him out during cons because of both his online 4chan behavior, and because of his general tendency to disrupt events. Eventually, they banned him from certain events entirely. I've heard many rumors as to why, but I don't know near enough to verify or debunk them.

This led to him talking about violent plans he had to deal with said staffers, ranging from shooting himself on stage in a con Masq, to directly targeting other staffers. His "assurances" were that collateral damage risks were minimal, but hey, you never know. Eventually, we had a minor spat over TV use, and he joked of taking it from me by force, threatenign direct violence, ect. ect. I simply got fed up and started asking how the hell could he say that to someone who's been supportive to him for all these years despite his issues, and he reminded me that he can never trust someone too much, and that any kind of betrayal would lead to our "mutually assured destruction". When asking if this was a literal physical thread, he said it was. I argued with him further, and his plans to go after staffers came up again. I asked him how he could possibly do something so crazy and bring such harm to himself (as well as others), and he stood by the claim that I could never predict what he could do, and that for all I knew he'd throw himself out the nearby window any moment now. After this, the argument was over. I simply could not trust him anymore, and felt I had no choice but to report his behavior.

The rest was history, I guess you could say.

>>4909951


> Physical thread


Oh baby.

>>4909938
my god that was horrifying.

I lost it imagining someone wrestling a saxophone in a tub full of shit though LOL.

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>>4910066
Yes. You must.

>>4910066

Wow, it did not seem that long as I was posting it. Jesus...

My current roommates are fucking nightmares. And the worst part is they're clean, responsible people.

But they're stupid. I truly believe one of the girls I'm living with is borderline retarded--I work with retarded people and have used some of our diagnostic tests on her when she wasn't looking, and she is truly borderline MR. She does things like forget how to talk--she'll be talking and then just start making weird mouth-noises, then stop and look blank. She can't follow conversation, so she'll ask me a question and I'll be like, "HOLD ON GETTING DRESSED" and she'll become extremely confused and distressed and repeat the same question over and over. She insists on "fixing" things like our broken internet router, but is incapable of reading the instructions and instead jammed plugs into non-plugs and managed to kill it forever.

The other roommate is normal levels of dumb, but when their powers combine... for example, a few weeks ago our neighbors were drunk and throwing shit out of their windows and playing music loudly. These two geniuses call the cops, then sit on our porch. I tell them, "Come inside, our neighbors are drunk hicks and are going to target us if they know you called the cops." The both turned and STARED at me, literally mouths open with their tongues sticking out a little bit, completely incomprehending and confused.

Every day, retards can't read the mail, follow instructions, understand conversation, or comprehend TV shows. I work all day with retards to keep them from shitting their pants and come home to something not much better.

>>4910367
Didn't seem that long when I was reading.

Okay, so the best thing about having multiple chronic illnesses/diseases (and being sick for the rest of your life) and being on disability care from the government, is that I'll never have to room with psychos. I can get enough funding to live alone (or with someone I can trust to live up to human standards), even if it's a shithole.
It's a good thing, because seriously guys. All these stories in this thread cross the line twice. And, apparently, shits on the line too.

my god! someone archive this shit!!!!!

Holy Christ, people ;_;

Stories like this just bring back bad memories of roomies that I am trying to forget.
Also makes me wish my gf would reconsider sharing an apt with me instead of making the decision to actually dorm. Don't want her to have to deal with horrors like these once she's in college.

>>4909938
I feel so gross now