Foo - Roomate venting thread

MERTON's story inspired this one...I know many of us here are college students, so if you need to blow off some steam about your roomie or just college in general, heres the place!!

Lets hear some good ones, too!

Kill The Crackheads! Yargh! *goes Nekked Barbarian With Swirly Tatoo's On Roomate!!!*

I had some nympho **** weedhead that shared a room with me. I put up with it as long as I could, then one day, I walked in on her and her boyfriend going at it after they'd smoked some weed. I turned on my heels and walked out the door. A week later, I moved out, and when I got to my new place, I noticed that a valuable pearl necklace my mother gave me for when I pledged into my sorority was missing. I checked my stuff for weeks, but no necklace- I know that heffa stole my necklace, probably to support her habit. Then a year later, I ran into her and she was like 7 months pregnant. I'm sure she had a crack baby or 10 by now.

Heffa.

Koffee

I haven't had roommates for years, but there were a couple of real losers.

The worst was one with a drug habit. He went nuts one night when we were out and he was totally high on drugs, probably cocaine. He trashed our apartment and was taken away in an ambulance, all before we got home. THen, he disappeared and never helped us pay the bills for the cleanup. He was the brother of a friend and needed a place to live, so we helped him out. However, his brother neglected to tell us about his drug problem. They were total scuzz. I would say beware of anyone with a drug problem. If I had known I'd never have let him live with us, which is why his brother didn't tell us. And I hate liars as well. Smoking pot, fine, but drugs like crack and cocaine are different. They are addictive and having an addict in your house is trouble. They'll steal from you to pay for dope and bring all kinds of creeps into your home. Get out or throw them out.

I had a roommate who could irritate the HELL outta you and then 2 seconds later, make you laugh your ass off. Point:
2 weeks of dirty dishes (which somehow made it into his bed one day...shoulda just washed them)
and then that same night, after my other roommate and I came home full of Penny Pitcher joy and a steak burrito each, he comes out with his Strat and a mini hip amp and cranks out a ska version of "Orinoco Flow" by Enya.


I had another roomie in the dorms (there were 4 of us in a 'quad') who used to sleepwalk frequently. I had to go down to the lobby about 5 times a month to retrieve his drunk ass. Except one time he woke up, and hovered over one of my other roommates, threatening to beat him stupid and throw him out the window. He kept saying the wrong name, over and over. My buddy Pat woke up and started yelling at "Sleepwalker Steve," which sent Steve running to the door. As the door shut, his bedsheet got caught. Steve made it all the way down to the lobby, sans clothing. Best phonecall I ever received. I took my time getting down there this time and brought him a washcloth to cover himself with. And he never said thanks...

No roommate horror stories from me, I live with my grandparents...well I could tell a few! I want to rant on the professors. It should be mandatory for the university president to sit and listen to each of the professors who's first language is not english. If they can honestly understand them then let them teach. I'm tired of going to class for a lesson in deciphering a weird mix of english and some other language. Also, putting pages from the book up on the overhead and reading them and the examples does not qualify as teaching no matter what someone tells you. Another rant, smokers in general. Something like 1 in 4 students on my campus smoke, when your campus is 50000+ that adds up and you are always smelling it. Of course in class they are always the ones that chose to sit next to me. Just great. Anyway, <4 weeks till summer.

wow, college sure does sound like fun. Can't wait to go and get my crackhead rommmate.

I haven't had any really bad roomates, but the professors are what get me really angry. I have a PHd for a manufacturing prof, and this guy does not shut up! bear in mind, it is a 100 level, basic intro class. It is taught like a graduate class. He will not answer questions, he just rambles on about something not at all related for about 15 minutes, then you have to ask the question AGAIN to get the answer. Another PHd, for a 300 level education psychology class, has trouble finding the absolute perfect words for what she is trying to talk about, so she ends up standing there, stuttering for about 30 seconds before each thought. ANOTHER prof, is so hyper that he speeds through Excel formulas at warp speed, so it is nearly impossible to keep up. Another thing I hate is gen-ed classes. Nothing is worse than taking a 3 credit hour class in geology 100 when you are paying about 500 bucks a credit hour. WHAT A WASTE!!

My current roomate can be a pain in the butt. However, I'm married to her, so I have to deal with it.

However, I had one roomate in college that was stealing from us. There were 5 of us living in this house together. In all, he managed to take about 400 dollars from me, over 1000 dollars in cash and goods from one of my friends, and about 250 from another guy.

He was actually very slick, but we began to realize that evertime something came up missing, he had money. Then when I was short 400 dollars in my checking account, the bank gave me copies of 3 cancelled checks that he made out to himself. We interrogated him and he confessed. Then, we went to the cops and he ended up with a warrant out for his arrest. Then, he went crying to his mommy and she gave him money to give back to us. To top it off, his dad was some type of minister.

I guess I got pretty lucky, although the office of residence life places freshmen based on matching profiles. No complaints about mine, except he was an even bigger nerd than me, so we didn't have a very exciting room, but at least my grades didn't suffer. Still after two years or having a roomate in the dorms, I enjoyed stepping up to a single occupant room this year.

Come to think of it, he actually had one very regrettable fault: He got me hooked on biking, and more specifically, hooked on nice bikes. :D

Back in 1995 me wife and I built our first house. I was 26 she was 25. To help pay for the mortgage we decided to have a basement apartment.

Now my wife works at an animal hospital and at the same time we where finishing our house a new vet was moving to our province from Alberta. We thought what better idea to have a 'Doctor' move into our basement apartment, yes, she had 2 cats but we figured that being a vet won't be a problem.

She moves in.

Two months later we notice a GAWD awfull hum in the house, smelled like cat pee. We tell her about it, she say ok, I'll fix it up. 2 weeks later it's still there. I make up an excuse about having to clean some appliance in her aprtment as I want to get in there and see what the hell is going on.

The place was destroyed. Cat vomit, cat poo, cat pee EVERYWHERE. We take pictures and ask her to move out. She had to pay for damages but she fought it. I told her I had pictures. She gave in.

Carpet and underlay had to be replaced. I had to seal the floor with paint before I recarpeted as the stink of cat pee was embedded in the wood. New moudlings, new paint on the walls and new kitchen tiles.

Word of adice for getting roommates or tenants -

Get references, ask all kinds of questions, do not be fooled by their occupation or looks. If you have a bad feeling - trust it.

Boy she rubbed me the worng way from the get go, but hey, she was a doctor, what could go wrong?

Digger

My forth year university I answered an ad in the school centre for a roommate. Quite nondrinking muslim girl looking for a roomie. Rent was cheap and since I'm on the wagon, figured why not. Nice girl. Divorced when she caught her husband in bed with his friend Bob, and she was a stripper. It was a wild and wacky couple of months. Sort of fun and well... she did practice her routine at home and ask for reviews. Never brought my gf over thats for sure. Guy friends always were dropping by for no reason though.

My forth year university I answered an ad in the school centre for a roommate. Quite nondrinking muslim girl looking for a roomie. Rent was cheap and since I'm on the wagon, figured why not. Nice girl. Divorced when she caught her husband in bed with his friend Bob, and she was a stripper. It was a wild and wacky couple of months. Sort of fun and well... she did practice her routine at home and ask for reviews. Never brought my gf over thats for sure. Guy friends always were dropping by for no reason though.

WOW! :eek: The only roomates I have had have been guys who think its funny to trash a room. I like the whole "practiced it at home thing"! :p

WOW! :eek: The only roomates I have had have been guys who think its funny to trash a room. I like the whole "practiced it at home thing"! :p


Yeah, that was a tough year. Hard to find time to study. I quess more bragging than venting as the more I look back, the better the arrangment seems now. Oh to be young and innocent again.

I was nearly homeless at 19. I rented a couch off Geary and Markette in San Francisco. The pseudo studio had a lot of strange people coming and going. Drug addicts. Prostitutes. Didn't matter to me, it was a safer place to sleep, it was cheap, and some of the people were cool. One of the girls brought a guy in (it was forbid to bring tricks in), and they were gonna shoot up. I didn't know the guy, but knew the girl. Former porn start turned heroin user/prostitute. Sad how she slowly deterioted. Speedball if I remember right. I remember that I had just gotten off a scale at the home department at Macy's in Union square and weighed in at 140 lbs (for 6 foot 1), and was sitting on the couch thinking that I was gettin then and had to figure out something to get steady food. Man was I tired, hungry.. It's not much more than a mile, but the walk was tiring.. I had to shower with shampoo because it was cheap and the only way I knew that the others weren't using my soap to clean up, if you get what I mean. If you've ever used shampoo, it dries out your skin something fierce. My hands would split sometimes, my elbows and knees too.

Anyway, I was smoking my last cigarette, considering eating some soup ramen when they came in. I watched as he used a shoelace to tie his arm up. I kept thinking this is where he heats up the spoon, and he just shoves this huge ass needle into his arm, pulls the slip string shoelace deal, and plunges. She starts to scream, "there's nothing in it, there's nothing in it.". He had just shot him self up with who knows how many CC's of air. This does something, I guess causes the heart to collapse or I don't know, but he went strait in to epileptic style fits. By the time I got out the door her screams were so loud that the dirty white hallway echoed with them. I called 911. He was dead by the time they got there.

I still have nightmares about it. Can't stand needles. Never had roommates ever again. Gained a sadness about life that I've never shaken.

But it was a catalyst.

Over the next two months I got a decent job, proposed to a girl who I had been off and on dating for a while, went to the recruiter, signed up to get in the Navy. When ever I go to San Francisco, I cruise the areas I used to hang out, panhandle, etc. The city has changed a lot, cleaned up a lot. There's a no loiter law now. But, the feeling is still there.

I had some nympho **** weedhead that shared a room with me. I put up with it as long as I could, then one day, I walked in on her and her boyfriend going at it after they'd smoked some weed. I turned on my heels and walked out the door. A week later, I moved out, and when I got to my new place, I noticed that a valuable pearl necklace my mother gave me for when I pledged into my sorority was missing. I checked my stuff for weeks, but no necklace- I know that heffa stole my necklace, probably to support her habit. Then a year later, I ran into her and she was like 7 months pregnant. I'm sure she had a crack baby or 10 by now.

Heffa.

Koffee

Did she have a penchant for twinkies too??? :D

Well, I can say that I never had any die in my room, but I had a roommate who would lock himself out our dorm room and would come home drunk and realize that he could not get in, he would pee on the door and then sit against the door (where he had just pee) and pass out until I would get in
He was also the same roommate that over Thanksgiving his parents had bought him one of thoses 5lb bags of apples. Well he set them on the heater and forgot about them. After chirstmas break we returned to this smell in our room, the apples had of course gone bad, but when an apple goes back it releases this syrupy liquid, which of course had dripped into the heater, so for the rest of the winter we had our windows wide open b/c of the smell
that was the last semester I live with him

I was nearly homeless at 19. I rented a couch off Geary and Markette in San Francisco. The pseudo studio had a lot of strange people coming and going. Drug addicts. Prostitutes. Didn't matter to me, it was a safer place to sleep, it was cheap, and some of the people were cool. One of the girls brought a guy in (it was forbid to bring tricks in), and they were gonna shoot up. I didn't know the guy, but knew the girl. Former porn start turned heroin user/prostitute. Sad how she slowly deterioted. Speedball if I remember right. I remember that I had just gotten off a scale at the home department at Macy's in Union square and weighed in at 140 lbs (for 6 foot 1), and was sitting on the couch thinking that I was gettin then and had to figure out something to get steady food. Man was I tired, hungry.. It's not much more than a mile, but the walk was tiring.. I had to shower with shampoo because it was cheap and the only way I knew that the others weren't using my soap to clean up, if you get what I mean. If you've ever used shampoo, it dries out your skin something fierce. My hands would split sometimes, my elbows and knees too.

Anyway, I was smoking my last cigarette, considering eating some soup ramen when they came in. I watched as he used a shoelace to tie his arm up. I kept thinking this is where he heats up the spoon, and he just shoves this huge ass needle into his arm, pulls the slip string shoelace deal, and plunges. She starts to scream, "there's nothing in it, there's nothing in it.". He had just shot him self up with who knows how many CC's of air. This does something, I guess causes the heart to collapse or I don't know, but he went strait in to epileptic style fits. By the time I got out the door her screams were so loud that the dirty white hallway echoed with them. I called 911. He was dead by the time they got there.

I still have nightmares about it. Can't stand needles. Never had roommates ever again. Gained a sadness about life that I've never shaken.

But it was a catalyst.

Over the next two months I got a decent job, proposed to a girl who I had been off and on dating for a while, went to the recruiter, signed up to get in the Navy. When ever I go to San Francisco, I cruise the areas I used to hang out, panhandle, etc. The city has changed a lot, cleaned up a lot. There's a no loiter law now. But, the feeling is still there.


Jeez, makes my troubles seem kinda small......and makes me feel better about my life.

I guess I take things for granted.

Thanks!

Digger

I think if I had a choice between a studious nerd and a party type for a roommate, I'd choose the studious nerd. I've had party types as neighbors and that's bad enough. We also had a group of psychotic kids live in the basement apartment of a building we lived in. They were spoiled rich kids may 18 whose parents paid all the bills and obviously letthem do what they wanted. SO what did they do? Opened up an AFTER HOURS RAVE BAR in their apartment. Complete with sound system. THe volume was so loud that no one could sleep, read, watch tv, and it began every day at noon and ran until 4 am. Finally, after two months they were all thrown out. BUt not until they'd completely destroyed the place. The walls were spray painted, holes hammered in them and they'd nearly burned the place down. Of course, the rich parents paid for all the repairs. The landlord said that from then on,no kids unless the parents co-sign the lease.

Freshman year in college one of my roomates had a kleenex collection under his bed.
Other than that I don't recall much about that year in college, they tell me I had
a good time :D
Marty

what is a studio apartment anyway?

Its an apartment above a store front, usually in a nice little historic downtown area.

I had a roommate once who was the most annoying person on the planet. I need my own space and when I don't get it (or sleep from having a crappy roommate) I get cranky. Here are some rules I left for him (I still have the list saved ha ha ha). I edited all the cussing I found (if I missed any tell me). Peace.

Rules for the Oblivious
1. Only have your alarm go off once, don’t EVER let it happen again.
2. If someone calls while the roommate is sleeping, it is a VERY BAD thing to talk to that person in the room because it incurs wrath.
3. If the trash is full and you are going downstairs empty the motherf#$ker, or get your own trashcan and empty it.
4. When 2 people are in the room, headphones MUST be used or it eats away at the sanity of the roommate, s*&tty music is like a disease.
5. If there is food in the fridge that is bad, throw it the f*&k out dumb a$$, it’s easy, if it smells bad and isn’t French cheese, it’s probably bad and you need to throw it out.
6. DO NOT ASK THE ROOMMATE WHERE HE IS GOING OR WHERE HE IS SLEEPING!!!!! YOUR 10X WORSE THAN THE ROOMMATE’S MOTHER, IT’S NOT YOUR F*&KING BUSINESS!!!!
7. DO NOT talk to the roommate when his headphones are on, not smart considering that listening to his music is the only way he has alone time which he desperately needs as to keep his sanity.
8. When the roommate is talking to his friends this is not an open invitation to join the conversation, the roommate will talk to you if he needs your advice/opinion/general knowledge.
9. DO NOT F*&K WITH OR TRY TO TEST THE ROOMMATE. I’m telling you this for your sake, not the roommate’s sake. NEVER F*&K WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS NOTHING TO LOOSE, just some good advice.
10. DON’T AND I MEAN NEVER READ THE ROOMMATE’S INSTANT MESSAGES, THIS PISSES THE ROOMMATE OFF EXTREMEMLY AND IF HE WANTED YOU TO KNOW, HE’D F*&KING TELL YOU.
11. Do not sigh or do any of that girly bulls*&t to get the roommate to ask you what’s wrong because it’ll never happen, if you have a problem get a girlfriend because maybe she’ll be able to pretend to care. The roommate isn’t your f*&king therapist, don’t go to him thinking you’ll feel better afterwards, it will NEVER happen.
12. When you leave, push your f*&king chair in and if the roommate is sleeping don’t turn the lights on or turn on your music, or turn your music on (see rule 4) and sing to it.
13. Grow some f*&king nuts and take responsibility for your action, when you need to wake up, wake the f*&k up, when something needs to get done don’t b*&ch about it to the roommate, JUST F*&KING DO IT!
Thanks for your support,
The Roommate

I can relate to and add to that one:

1. When roomate is trying to sleep, turn down the F*&KING tv!!
2. When a dish has been used and is dirty, WASH IT. Letting it sit for two weeks makes it smell HORRIBLE.

I had a roommate once who was the most annoying person on the planet. I need my own space and when I don't get it (or sleep from having a crappy roommate) I get cranky. Here are some rules I left for him (I still have the list saved ha ha ha). I edited all the cussing I found (if I missed any tell me). Peace.

Rules for the Oblivious
1. Only have your alarm go off once, don’t EVER let it happen again.
2. If someone calls while the roommate is sleeping, it is a VERY BAD thing to talk to that person in the room because it incurs wrath.
3. If the trash is full and you are going downstairs empty the motherf#$ker, or get your own trashcan and empty it.
4. When 2 people are in the room, headphones MUST be used or it eats away at the sanity of the roommate, s*&tty music is like a disease.
5. If there is food in the fridge that is bad, throw it the f*&k out dumb a$$, it’s easy, if it smells bad and isn’t French cheese, it’s probably bad and you need to throw it out.
6. DO NOT ASK THE ROOMMATE WHERE HE IS GOING OR WHERE HE IS SLEEPING!!!!! YOUR 10X WORSE THAN THE ROOMMATE’S MOTHER, IT’S NOT YOUR F*&KING BUSINESS!!!!
7. DO NOT talk to the roommate when his headphones are on, not smart considering that listening to his music is the only way he has alone time which he desperately needs as to keep his sanity.
8. When the roommate is talking to his friends this is not an open invitation to join the conversation, the roommate will talk to you if he needs your advice/opinion/general knowledge.
9. DO NOT F*&K WITH OR TRY TO TEST THE ROOMMATE. I’m telling you this for your sake, not the roommate’s sake. NEVER F*&K WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS NOTHING TO LOOSE, just some good advice.
10. DON’T AND I MEAN NEVER READ THE ROOMMATE’S INSTANT MESSAGES, THIS PISSES THE ROOMMATE OFF EXTREMEMLY AND IF HE WANTED YOU TO KNOW, HE’D F*&KING TELL YOU.
11. Do not sigh or do any of that girly bulls*&t to get the roommate to ask you what’s wrong because it’ll never happen, if you have a problem get a girlfriend because maybe she’ll be able to pretend to care. The roommate isn’t your f*&king therapist, don’t go to him thinking you’ll feel better afterwards, it will NEVER happen.
12. When you leave, push your f*&king chair in and if the roommate is sleeping don’t turn the lights on or turn on your music, or turn your music on (see rule 4) and sing to it.
13. Grow some f*&king nuts and take responsibility for your action, when you need to wake up, wake the f*&k up, when something needs to get done don’t b*&ch about it to the roommate, JUST F*&KING DO IT!
Thanks for your support,
The Roommate

Jeez, that's a wee bit harsh. Let's boil it down:

Don't talk to me, precious is too important to talk to the person he fuggin lives with.
Don't know anything about me. After all, one should start a roommate situation living with a stranger and end it that way.

Some of the stuff there is a basic matter of politeness, but none of it is too terrible.

And NOTHING TO LOOSE? You're a college student, not Samuel L. Jackson. If I were a roommate and someone said that, I'd giggle and go back to not getting the week-old chinese out the fridge.

I was nearly homeless at 19. I rented a couch off Geary and Markette in San Francisco. The pseudo studio had a lot of strange people coming and going. Drug addicts. Prostitutes. Didn't matter to me, it was a safer place to sleep, it was cheap, and some of the people were cool. One of the girls brought a guy in (it was forbid to bring tricks in), and they were gonna shoot up. I didn't know the guy, but knew the girl. Former porn start turned heroin user/prostitute. Sad how she slowly deterioted. Speedball if I remember right. I remember that I had just gotten off a scale at the home department at Macy's in Union square and weighed in at 140 lbs (for 6 foot 1), and was sitting on the couch thinking that I was gettin then and had to figure out something to get steady food. Man was I tired, hungry.. It's not much more than a mile, but the walk was tiring.. I had to shower with shampoo because it was cheap and the only way I knew that the others weren't using my soap to clean up, if you get what I mean. If you've ever used shampoo, it dries out your skin something fierce. My hands would split sometimes, my elbows and knees too.

Anyway, I was smoking my last cigarette, considering eating some soup ramen when they came in. I watched as he used a shoelace to tie his arm up. I kept thinking this is where he heats up the spoon, and he just shoves this huge ass needle into his arm, pulls the slip string shoelace deal, and plunges. She starts to scream, "there's nothing in it, there's nothing in it.". He had just shot him self up with who knows how many CC's of air. This does something, I guess causes the heart to collapse or I don't know, but he went strait in to epileptic style fits. By the time I got out the door her screams were so loud that the dirty white hallway echoed with them. I called 911. He was dead by the time they got there.

I still have nightmares about it. Can't stand needles. Never had roommates ever again. Gained a sadness about life that I've never shaken.

But it was a catalyst.

Over the next two months I got a decent job, proposed to a girl who I had been off and on dating for a while, went to the recruiter, signed up to get in the Navy. When ever I go to San Francisco, I cruise the areas I used to hang out, panhandle, etc. The city has changed a lot, cleaned up a lot. There's a no loiter law now. But, the feeling is still there.

Damn William,

Gearay and Market... rough neighborhood... I had friends that lived near Geary and Polk when I lived up there... it was always nice to go to their place and get propositioned by elderly transvestite hookers !

jeff

In junior high and high school, I had a variety of weirdass housemates....I lived on a commune. My favorite was a perv that lived there when I was about 13 named Tommy Love (do ya think that was REALLY his name?). He was always trying to get into my pants....free love and all that, you know? I knew lots of good people from that time of my life, too, though. I sometimes wish I had kept up with some of them.

In college and when I first started teaching, I had a housemate once who raised snakes. He had hundreds of them. It taught me not to be scared of them at least. One good thing about ole John, he brought some of the non-poisonous ones up to my class once or twice and let my elementary students touch them, hold them, etc. The biggest kick I got from those times was watching one of my tiny little second graders parade around with a snake wrapped around her neck, saying that it was her necklace.

Damn William,

Gearay and Market... rough neighborhood... I had friends that lived near Geary and Polk when I lived up there... it was always nice to go to their place and get propositioned by elderly transvestite hookers !

jeff

Well, when you're a street urchin, they don't talk to you much. They were cool to get smokes from for free when you were low. It's changed lately, new hotel around there, pretty fancy looking, and mother load is gone, some Thia restraunt now. We used to sit across from there and watch people walk in and then go flying out when they figured out "hey, that's no woman".

Different days back then. Different days.

mine doesn't pay his half of the bills now. so i get to pay for him leaving the t.v. on 24/7 literally. and the lights... so far he owes me $51 for utilities and another 20 for cigs (yes... i've stopped letting him borrow money for digs.. amnd $10 of that is from when i got no change back from a $10 bill.. which is what ended it).

By roomate, I'm talking they rent a room from ym apt so I dont have to pay the einter rent.

I've had a few bad roomates...One was trying to fence stolen goods to pay for his drug habit from my apt. He got removed via police.

I had another that apprently owed some guys some money... they showed up at my house...armed...I managed to get them out of the apt aroundd 3 am so i could sleep befoer i had to wake up at 6am...that roomie's stuff was in theback alley when he got homse.

After that I got insanely militant on who could be a possible roomie. Well I had a fwe more with some problems...one was either a stupid theif or a klepto...that didn't last long. I also had one rommate that was just psycho...definately a cutey, but my god she had a massive temper...she was cool until she got pissed off...so it was kinda weird...fortunately she thought Boston was her calling in life...so onto the current set of roomates..

All my current roomates kick ass, and I hope none of them go anywhere soon. It's hard to find decent roomates.