This note goes out to my hag of a roommate. I hate you and when i move next month i never want to see you or talk to you ever again. P.s. Thanks for nothing.
Love J
This note goes out to my hag of a roommate. I hate you and when i move next month i never want to see you or talk to you ever again. P.s. Thanks for nothing.
Love J
i love you too sugar!
I know what you mean! I had a roommate who was just crazy. But then again, I could have been crazy to him too.
I’ve always had roomates that were first “friends” thinking I’d get along better with someone I knew. It was true for usually the first year or so…then they would start taking advantage of the fact that we were friends by not having their part of the rent, suddenly having a boyfriend/moocher move in, having parties at all hours of the night not every once in a while but EVERY weekend, having loud physical/verbal fights with the boyfriend – that had moved in without any notice or discussion, inviting groups of people over randomly and not giving me a heads up that there was going to be a gathering going on in my own apartment where they SING KARAOKE for several hours, etc. etc. I gave it two tries and have a rule now, NO room mates. I’d rather live in a tiny box of an efficiancy than live with someone who is more than likely going to take advantage of my patience/hospitality/friendship. And I have had friends ask me to room with them since my experiences, I just have to say no. Never again.
Try a room mate that is to much of a pussy to go to the video store and buy/rent his own porn so he steals them from your room when you are out and acts like he didn’t do it. Or the room mate I had that turned crackhead suddenly and would invite homeless crackies over and I’d randomly come home and find sweaty dirty strangers hanging out in my living room while the room mate was in his restroom smoking his precious crack pipe. Now that is an experience you would never forget.
Wait I have one that equals yours – try having a roomie that has partys all the time so that when you get home and stroll over to the fridge to get a bottle of water after coming home from the bars one night…….a dude looks at you and says, “um – who are you and why are you going through the fridge”….like you need permission to do so in YOUR OWN APARTMENT!!