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jeez... i've got some roommate stories.
my first roommate in college was an 18 year old drunk... it was normal for him to have downed a dozen bottles a day - many more when actually partying. now because i was going to school locally, i'd go home for laundry on the weekends, and one weekend i came back to find my speakers blown out, my answering machine busted from being thrown at the wall, and my dorm fridge dented all to hell acorss the top from a "punching contest" - so i switeched rooms with one of his roommates and got...
the snob. this guy didn't put up regular posters. he put up mercedes benz ads he clipped from his daily wall street journal. he didn't have the normal desk accoutraments, he had his "inspirational message" rock. he was everything i wasn't... needless to say we hardly spoke.
after college i shaked up with the cousin of a friend's husband. things were great until his 16 year old cousin decided to move out of home and move into our apartment and bring all his weed-smoking my shit-stealing buddies along with him... the roommate himself just up and left halfway through the lease and i kicked the cousin out shortly after (and had to go back to his parent's house and demand the return of half my fucking dvd collection).
my next roommate was the bitch... we were friends and good friends at that... then she got a cat. this one didn't piss, it just mewed - all. the. fucking. time. it made me batty, and i think the roommate herself had a little thing for me cuz every time i brought a girl home, she'd hate me a lil more the next day... it finally ended with her kicking me out for very little reason.
i've had pretty bad luck with roommates, but i'm in a great situation now, so i won't bitch too much.
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