Boner

From reading the posts and journals on the old board, I noticed that many people here have or have had roommates from hell.

I've heard things about skipping out on rent or a lease, stealing food, or just being a pig, and so on.

I lucked out in college, my roommate was really cool and we didn't have many disagreements. In fact, we're still good friends.

I want to hear some good roommate from hell stories. I missed out (luckily!)

JStrider

ive got a pretty cool roomie... doesnt take up too much space... and hes a pretty interesting guy... man does he like his Manga tho...

ariekittens roomie is a pretty big bitch tho... she'll have to post about it later...

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Lebell

One of my roomies, a girl at the same university, was ok, most of the time, BUT!

She got this cat. Now I LOVE cats, but I learned to hate this beast. First the bastard gets fleas and infests the house with them. Then he started spraying indoors.

I had a downstairs room with bath, so I never closed the door. So I'm sitting there on the thrown doing my thing and the little bastard comes in to be petted. Ok, fine, pet the cat. THEN he backs up to my leg and proceeds to SPRAY me, marking me as his territory!

Well, I didn't even think, the foot just shot out and launched the cat into the opposite wall. He took off and I didn't see him for a day or so.

The little bastard is still spraying in the house and the acidic nature of the urine is eating the paint off of some file cabinets in my other roomie's room.

About a month later, my roommate says and I quote, "It's bad enough he is peeing on everyone elses stuff, but now he's peeing on MY STUFF!". I think the cat went to the shelter the next day or two.

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cdwonderful

I had a roomate once who was oscar madison in real life, I am no great housekeeper but this guy would have felt at home in a toxic waste dump

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phredgreen

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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LordEden

I had a roommate from hell, he never bought food so i had to end up hiding my food and locking it in my room. He brought friends over who didn't like and would steal my food just to piss me off. He stole weed from me (The only thing I knew he did and could prove, but is illegal ) and wouldn't clean a damn bit. He was drunk 24/7 and was an ass to my friends. After I moved out of that apt I moved into a "friend's" apt in the same complex, she ended up turning me into managment for smoking pot with my friends, WHILE she smoked pot with us! She left out that she was drunk underage and high as hell with us, got me kicked out of that apt, now I am waiting for new roommates, I should be good with the new ones, I can't wait... hopefully I won't have a horror story from this next place.

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clavus

One guy we lived with thought it was a good idea to use our checkbooks to write checks to himself. Then he'd deny it.

Dude - we HAD copies of the checks. What other explanation was there? Someone else was sneaking into the house and writing checks to you?

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WetSpot

Never had a roomie (bit off topic, sorry) - but it is 1:00 in the AM here now and I swear that my neighbor upstairs is giving clog dancing lessons. Good thing I'm up all night!

SecretMethod70

I think he moved in with me. I'm not neat freak, but this guy is just....wow.

sngx1275

Damn feel sorry for you guys that have gotten shitty roommates. I had 1 bad one EVER and he didnt last long.

It was 1st Semister Sopohomore year, I'm a Sigma Nu, our new pledges just move in I get this complete fuck, why we gave him a bid card no one knows. Anyway first night he spends down here he gets incredibly wasted and is an ass to all the ladies we have over partying with us. Next thing I know he's being drug into the bathroom by his pledgebrothers who don't know him really (since its the first night they are all down) so he can puke. Well I go back to partying thinking well good he's in the bathroom. I come back to my room to find a crowd gatherd out the door trying to figure out what to do with him, he's puked all over my room and my bed I made him clean that shit up and switch matresses with me - (matresses provided by the fraternity house - yeh you want to be sure you get a good one ). Well we ended up kicking him out of the house and our pledge program later that semister.

But I've had probably 5 roommates since then (living in the house we switch pledges roommates every half semister so they can get to know people). And I've never had one I didnt' get along with real well.

Now that I live out of house (out of the fraternity house) I've got one of my old roommates with me. He's awesome, keeps to himself for the most part, isnt' a slob, and doesnt' mind me drinking and getting drunk a lot. He gets drunk with me about once a week, and we both have really fucked up sleep schedules.
We alternate on dishes, and we buy our own food so we dont' have any food sharing/cooking problems. I provide the stereo stuff, he provides the TV. We split the bills 50/50 (aside from my phone calls to this hot friend of mine (female) that graduated last semister).

phoenix1002

I've been lucky with my roommate... he's cool, and doesn't trash the room.

My friend, however, had a roommate from hell. She tried to be friends with all of my friend's friends, but the roomie was always about 5 minutes behind in any conversation. She had no sense of humor, and would laugh at all the wrong times, in that way that you could tell she didn't really know what was funny, but was just laughing anyway. She would eat my friend's food. She left her smelly hockey gear in the middle of the room, so the entire room reeked.

One of the worst things was one time, we got back to my friend's room, and her roommate was sitting in my friend's chair, watching a dvd on my friend's laptop, with her feet on my friend's bed.

She also would decide to do work at very odd times... Like at 1 AM on a saturday morning when my friend and I were in the middle of a movie... and she would ask us to either leave or turn it down.

She also had a habit of saying she was going to bed (again, usually early on weekends) so we would go somewhere else. Then, we'd come back in an hour or so to get something from my friend's room, and the roommate would still be up, talking on AIM. As soon as we'd walk in, she'd finish her conversation, turn off her computer, and climb into bed.

My friend moved out partway through the first semester. Big surprise there...

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ForgottenKnight

I had a roommate from hell last year in the dorms. The dorms here are so overcrowded that they put three of us into what used to be an old two-person dorm with a bath. The old one person rooms had two people in them also, so being in a three person room with a bath was a good deal, since you got more space than everyone else, and you're own bathroom. One of the guys was cool. He'd do his part of the cleaning, study and do stuff, didn't smoke weed like practically everyone else on campus, and was respectful when you're studying. The other guy was a complete bitch. I refer to him as asshole.

First we give him the most space and the best position in the room (the area away from the door that has the least distractions from everyone going in and out all the time). He had the largest amount of space in the room, while I was shafted with the smallest amount of space. All of the furniture was provided by the university, couldn't be removed, and crappy to the point that some of it was falling apart. Asshole was stuck with the left handed desk due to that being the one in the nice part of the room that he had taken for himself, and asshole didn't like it. So throughout the first semester, he kept trying to steal my desk and switch it with his. Luck for me, he never got far in the act before I caught him. He also tried doing that to the other roommate. Then there were the problems with the chairs. All of the chairs were falling apart, and I just so happened to have the most stable one. So asshole and asshole's friends kept stealing it and leaving me with his average one (average considering the conditions of all of the chairs in the dorms). I took it back, since he had no right to take it without asking. If he had asked in the first place, I wouldn't have given it to him due to him being an asshole to me all the time anyways. He didn't try this trick with the other roommate because that guy's chair was even worse. The cool roommate received a new one from the university only when his broke on him and his leg was almost impaled.

Then there's the cleaning. Asshole refuses to clean anything at all. This caused tons of arguments due to a strong believe I have: You used it, you clean it. So being in the only dorms on campus with a bath, we had to clean our own bathroom. On top of him not ever cleaning it, he was a very dirty person, so his part of the room and the bathroom after he used it were filthy. That's not all though...it gets worse.

Asshole liked to debate, but he didn't really know how to debate. So instead he started arguments and fights, often over things like if Hitler was a bad person/leader, and he'd always take the side of Hitler. So he was a neo-nazi.

Then there was his music. He didn't listen to modern rock or techno or any good classic rock. He listened to the worst classical music the planet has to offer. I like classical, but this stuff was HORRIBLE! The only rock he'd listen to was "oldies" or "classic rock," (And I like classic rock, so no offense to anyone else that like that type of music) but the bands he played were one-hit-wonders, or no hit wonders, and there was a very good reason for that. That rock was not worthy of being called "classic rock." Then there were the marches. I'd walk into the room and he'd be blasting some sort of upbeat march, and a really bad one at that. One of his favorites to blast was a German march from WWII that had Hitler giving a speech throughout it. It was horrible. And then there was his polka! That was horribly bad as well!

So if his case in music wasn't bad enough, asshole wasn't respectful or decent at all! He would blast his music when we're studying, and if you asked him to turn it down, he would turn it down one small, not noticeable click on his stereo. Then if you asked again, he'd get pissed off at you and say he already did. If you turned it down for him to a volume you could tolerate more, but still loud, he'd get pissed and turn it up higher.

One weekend while I was at home (I love being an in-state student), my cool roommate had his extremely hot, extremely nice roommate over for the day. They went partying that Saturday night, had a number of drinks, as everyone does when you party with the rest of campus, and were hung over in his bed the next morning. Asshole woke up at 8am that Sunday morning. Asshole, being completely disrespectful, proceeded to put a polka cd into his stereo and blast it practically as loud as the stereo gets. Then he went into the bathroom, closed the heavy door (so that there was sound proof cement and a close to soundproof door between him and the room with the music), and turned on the shower. Now when I say he blasted the music, this means that he could hear it through the practically soundproof walls and doors, and over his shower. So the cool guy got up and turned off the music, which had instantly given him and his girlfriend (both hung over) horrible headaches. The two of them tried to go back to sleep. Asshole finished his shower, and when he came out, yelled at the two of them for turning off his music. Asshole thought that "it was his right to be able to hear his music in the shower" through soundproof walls whenever he wanted.

As if all that combined with his indecency towards us, his friends were assholes too, who thought that they could order us around in our own rooms. They also thought that we had no authority over them when they were in our dorm room. So when we tried to kick them out for them being jackasses, they'd get in our face saying that since it's their friend's dorm room, we have no authority to kick them out. His jackass friends had no respect for our stuff or us either.

The cool roommate and I tried to get asshole kicked out of the dorm room by talking with the RA and Hall Director about all of the things he'd done that weren't decent to us, and some of which were breaking the dorm hall rules. But asshole had made sure he was buddies with the RA and Hall Director so that he could do anything he wanted and not have to face any consequences. He was a liberal fucking arts student in an engineering dorm, which tried to drive us engineers out of the dorm. The only thing that made living there tolerable was having a good roommate on my side against him. But asshole drove the cool guy out of the room by the semester. Then the dorms were so overcrowded that I couldn't move out because there were no other rooms available in the engineering dorms, or any of the dorms for that matter. So it was just asshole vs. myself for the rest of the year. That year I was living in hell.

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ForgottenKnight

Now on to my roommate this year. I knew him from down the hall in the dorms last year. He was a cool guy and everything when he was in the dorms, but not so much once we had an apartment. He signs the lease, likes the huge size, and the location of it being a little bit away from campus, and away from all the drugs, alcohol, and constantly busted parties. There's a bus that go straight from our apartment complex to campus, and it's the cheapest place in the city (which I need coming from a low to middle class family only being in collage due to high school grades and government financial aid). My roommate is happy living here for a month or so, but he thinks he's having trouble making friends in his classes (when he has a number of friends). He often blamed this on us living so far away from campus and in a non-party environment. So he's debating ditching me on the lease and going to live in the dorms again, or ditching me on the lease and going back to Texas for school, or staying in the apartment. I went from month to month wondering if I was going to have a roommate the next month, and if he would pay the rent that he's legally responsible for the next month. I even went home for Christmas not knowing if he'd be back for the spring. I can't afford to pay any more than my half of the rent, so him leaving would mean me dropping out of college to pay the rent, and then suing him for what he owed me, and he knew it.

Since his main reason for wanting to leave was because he wanted to make friends, I took him with me when I hung out with my friends. They all liked him to where they became better friends with him than with me (which was fine with me since it caused him to stay in the apartment after all). So this semester he's back at the apartment, and was no longer thinking of moving out. Things were going well until he started hanging out more with Asshole (yes, the same guy that put me though hell last year). He had always remained friends with Asshole (since Asshole didn't treat his friends like he treated his roommates).

Just before this, I kind of had a falling out with one of my friends that Ian had become good friends with. The falling out took place when the rich bastard made extremely rude comments about me and how poor I am. I'm no longer hanging around with the rich bastard, but we don't hate each other and can still talk and stuff. My roommate still hangs out with the rich bastard, so my roommate started to pick up the bad qualities of Asshole as well as the bad qualities of the rich bastard. This came easy for my roommate, being spoiled and rich also while growing up.

So my roommate and I go apartment hunting for next year, closer to campus but still within my low budget. We were not having much luck finding anything I can afford, but I was still trying very hard to find a place I could. So then when I did, he stabbed me in the back and told me that he was signing a lease with Asshole next year. At this time, he also started being a rich asshole to me.

Then a sewage pipe broke and a small part of the dinning room and living room carpet got wet. My roommate and I had to drop everything on a test day for us both, and move all of our furniture out of our living room and into the bedrooms, kitchen, and back of my old truck. Then we couldn't stay there for a few days while the apartment complex cleaned it up and replaced the carpet. We were told that we'd be able to move in on the next Saturday afternoon after they were done installing new carpet, and to expect a call from the complex on that day. My roommate and I agree that we'll make sure we're around to receive the call and then move the furniture back in so that we can resume our lives (or in my case, resume my studying in peace). But that Saturday, the rich bastard (who's also an ass who only is concerned about things that directly affect his money or his fun) decides he wants to go 4-wheeling in the mountains in my roommate's truck.

So my roommate goes 4-wheeling all day out of reach of his cell phone service, even when he knows he was had a responsibility to be around to help me move the heaviest furniture on the planet back into our apartment.

My roommate calls me three hours later and says knows he had a responsibility to be helping me move the furniture, but that he was going to go get some food and hang out with the rich bastard some more first. Since he and the rich bastard were having fun, he didn't care that I was forced to move all of the furniture back in alone. He then walks in 3 hours or so after he called me (6 hours or so after he was supposed to be helping me) and then doesn't understand why I'm annoyed with him. I wasn't mad, only annoyed.

He then proceeds to get pissed off at me for being annoyed with him for putting his fun before his responsibilities, and is pissed at me because I had finished moving all of the furniture and wasn't willing to wait until 9PM to start moving back in. So I get yelled at and chewed out because he's too stupid to put his responsibilities first and then refuses to accept the consequences of his actions, which was only me being annoyed at him. He blew up in my face about it and his bad week and starts blaming every bad thing that's happened in his life this year on me (none of which included me at all). He yelled and screamed at me until he became physical to where if he had hit me one more time I would have beaten the shit out of him and then had him arrested for domestic violence. Since I didn't press charges, we can still tolerate each other most of the time. A little while after my roommate is done yelling at me, I was chewed out by the rich bastard about being wrong in expecting my roommate to put his responsibilities before their fun. So my roommate and my former friend think that he’s right in thinking that he can do blow off his responsibilities and do whatever he wants without having to face the consequences of his actions. Thank God the lease is up at the end of May.

You wanted to hear true roommates from hell horror stories, so I hope that satisfies you.

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ForgottenKnight

Thanks for letting me complain about my current and former roommates. I needed that.

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World's King

I live with my mother still...

I guess that counts.

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JadziaDax

The only roommate I ever had was my ex husband. But I can sympathize with you, WetSpot. My upstairs neighbor's children like to jump up and down all day long. They have already caused my bedroom door to warp somewhat. I'm still wondering who designs condominiums so that the upstairs livingroom is above the downstairs master bedroom.

Peetster

Glad you took the time to get all of that off of your chest! :-)

sierra2774

I have the roommate from hell Right now!!!

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gibber71

Roommates from hell! Ha. I lived with a guy who quit school so that he could play Super Mario 24/7.LOSEEEEEEEER.His stupid girlfriend would hock my clothes to buy smokes,he would eat and drink all my stuff and if he didn't like,he would wipe his scrawny ass with it and put whatever it was back in the fridge.The idea of grooming himself was a dream unless he used my stuff(ie toothbrush,deo etc..) So one day I kicked the living shit right out of him and put him in the hospital.A few days later when he got out he said he was going to sue me so I kicked the shit out of him again.By the time he got out of the hospital the second time,all his junk was on the front lawn.He or someone else picked it up and I haven't seen him since.

Sun Tzu

Strippers with attitudes!!!

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louiedog

My first roommate ever was the the most annoying guy I've ever met. From day one he went on and on about soccer and how he was the greatest player at his high school and how he knew everything about the game. I had played in Jr. High and that was it. One day he asks me to play a little and the little bastard couldn't get the ball from me once. I'm not bragging about my skills, I really have none, he was just blowing smoke. I also found out later that he picked his favorite soccer team solely on the color of their jerseys...... come on!

A few weeks later he became convinced that I was going after this girl he liked. This girl that he had met once. This girl that I had never even seen before. He was convinced we were having an affair. He threatened to jump out of the window(of our 1st floor room) and I told him to go ahead.

He moved out awhile later and stole my favorite CD, which became his favorite CD after I played it for him the first time.

My last roommate was great. He slept while I was at class. I slept while he was out studying. Neither of us ever lost sleep because of the other one. One night after a week in which he had a midterm in every class he did get very drunk and while he tried to get changed to sleep he fell onto my bed and fell sound asleep in the most uncomfortable position I have ever seen. It was okay, he had done laundry that day and washed his sheets so I slept in his bed. That was the worst of him.

TaLoN

i had 2 roomates and the 2 of us hated the third one. we called him rat-face behind his back because he didn't shave and had random, skanky lookin hairs sticking out of his face. He was obsessed with death metal and would always be talking about rotting corpses and mutilating people. he also had a guitar+amp and he really sucked at it. he smelled really bad despite taking 45 minutes showers every day!(i don't want to know what he was doing in there). on top of all that he was a total slob; piles of clothes on the floor, which he re-wore many times.

he turned 21 while the 2 of us were 18 & 19. he used to always tell us how he would buy tons of beer for us when he turned 21. but then when he actually turned 21, he got even more annoying. he refused to buy us large quantities because he was "afraid of getting caught". anyone that goes to a large university knows that 21+ are buying tons and tons and tons of alcohol for minors and they very rarely get caught.

rock_bottom

My roommate freshman year of college was a ham bone. Spoiled rotten by his parents, apparantly his $200 a week allowance wasn't enough so he sold drugs on the side. What was worse, he would conduct his deals over our phone with the door wide open... it was rediculous.
He was just full of rudeness. Watched stupid ass television at a rediculously loud volume, made even more noise than the TV with his smacking lips as he ate junk food constantly. Ugh.
The all-time worst stuff he pulled though, was having sex with sluts in the room when he thought I was asleep. Call me a square, but there's nothing that pisses me off more than getting woken up at 4 am, even if there is a naked college girl involved, unless said girl is willing to have sex with ME too, then I think I can deal with getting woken up.
Those late night encounters did provide some hilarious overheard comments, though. The highlight was this girl who had to be told literally 7 times how to get back to her dorm - the kicker was that you could see her buidling from our room - it was 100 feet away, across the street.
Also on the greatest hits list was the girl who said "Don't put it in my butt, I bled for 5 days last time" and the girl who said his dick was small, to which he quipped that it wasn't the size of the tide, but the motion in the ocean.

plinko!

Here's my dilemma:
I consider my room mate decent guy and everything, but I can't possibly live with him for another semester. The amount of drugs that pass through our room during a week is enough to give you a contact buzz just hearing about it. And people hear about it. Our whole damn floor hears about the deals that go down in our room because the door is left wide open. And with all the booze and drugs comes other not so plesantries. Such as the munchies. And I being the provider of food has to supply for these munchies. Multiply this by all of his ungrateful, drunk, stoner friends and I run out of food pretty fast. Also late night drinking and general asshole-ish activities when others have tests the next morning kinda gets to me.
The other thing that bothers me is that all of our conversations start out with him saying "Man, I was sooo fucked up the other night......" First off, this is a given by now and secondly every thing after that sentence is basically the same.
Despite all the pot smoking and the pissing in my dresser drawer, he still is a good guy and I'd hang out with him every now and then. So when it comes time to move out of this hell hole dorm and into an apartment, I don't want to hurt the poor guys feelings and say I don't want to live with him. So, I try and avoid the whole subject so he doesn't have a chance to ask if he can move in with me in an apartment. Well, we needed a third person for a prospective apartment and he showed up while we were discussing it and obviously wanted to be that third man. I don't have the heart to tell him I don't want to live with him again. Nothing is set in stone as far as any apartment is concerned, so I'm hoping I can find someone else who's looking for one more person or someone to secretly take my roommate's spot.
Whew, that felt good to get off my chest.

way2young

My freshman roomie liked to store her pot under my bed, have sex <i>in</i> my bed, and leave her underwear on the floor to the point of sticking. Her mom also called me once a week to make sure she didn't get all of her calories from alcohol...but that was after she was knocked up by a guy who lived on our floor.

My sophomore roomies were the women from hell--one listened to the same christain song on repeat for hours and left giant clumps of her hair all over the floor. The other one didn't wash her dishes until we found maggots in them, and even then complained to high heaven about it

My junior roomie isn't so bad because she's always over at her girlfriends room...so I consider myself lucky!!

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scarebearjinx

the roommate i have now is really cool. probably know her as greencloud from the old one. i had a roommate named brooks last semester. pretty much a room nazi. she would wake me up at 8:30 -9:00 in the morning turning on the tv at a really high volume on mtv. ended up waking up to justin timberlake and christina agulera type shit. (no offense to those out there that do listen to them) she would go to class and leave the fucking shit on and turned it back on when she got back. like a hamster in a damned cage.
i met greencloud at the beginning of last semester. her roomie ditched her and i eventually moved in. everything has turned out pretty good.

laconic1

Oh man, where do I start? Last year was my first year at this school, and not knowing the area and not wanting to stay in the dorms I moved into an on campus apartment complex they had. It was a nice place, pricey, 4 bedrooms two baths. One of my roommates was really cool, the other one was a bum spoiled by his parents to no end. The good roommate and I lived in the downstairs rooms, and the bum lived upstairs. The bum would ditch class to play Playstation2 all day "I rented the game and I only have 5 days to beat it", him and his friends would chew tobacco and spit into open beer bottles and leave the bottles uncapped, waiting to be knocked over, they would eat food wherever and throw their trash on the floor. Clean Up? Why would he waste time doing that when he has two roommates that get tired of it before he does? The landlady did an inspection of the apartment while we were gone over Thanksgiving break. She mentioned the kitchen was drity, the cabinet, stove, refrigerator, and dishawasher were all dirty. She gave us a month to have everything rectified. I looked at the dishwasher and saw all the food and beer spattered on it that I didn't have a chance to clean yet and knew she had a point. His reaction? "Dude, that bitch is so stupid. The dishwasher is self cleaning. Turn it on and it cleans itself." She wasn't talking about the inside you moron!!! His mom spoiled him relentlessly. New PS2, new shoes new coat, whatever he wanted he asked his mom and got it. Don't even get me started on the drinking. He was 19 and him and his friends got drunk every night, kept odd hours, were loud at all hours. While my good roommate and I would be away at home, he would have insane parties where his friends would pretend the walls were rock climbing walls and scuff the fuck out of them. By the end of the year there was enough damage that the bill split three ways per the contract came out to $800 a person. Not to mention he still owes me $200 for a tv.

smithja0423

One year I lived with two of my friends. You never realize how irresponsible people are until you have to share space. At one point i was owed nearly $2500 between the two of them.. Fortunately we all grew up a bit, settled the money issues, and had a great night out with the our security deposit refund.

cdwonderful

You should dump that roomate, Right now!!

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annie1

dont have any stories to share but do have the roommate from hell for sure!

etla

My favourite[1] roommate from hell was this spoiled slut who just happened to be a screamer. And apparently was multiorgasmic to boot. She'd drag home someone to scratch her itch at least a couple times a week, wildly thanking god for his bounty until 2,3 sometimes 4 in the morning and then sleep till noon. At least she told me she didn't get up until noon, I didn't see her much in the morning what with being in an 8:00 class and all. How the heck she managed to graduate I'll never know

There was also the undisclosed weirdness with the toilet paper. Just the two of us sharing a bathroom and we'd go through a dozen plus rolls of tp a month. What the heck was she doing?!?

[1] [favourite ie: she is a never ending source of roommate from hell stories]

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In my dorm, I had roommate that was horrible and my sweetmate next door that we shared a bathroom with wasn't much better. My roommate was drunk kind of like phred's roommate. Thank god my roommate was pledging and he stayed at the frat house more than our room. Now, my campus like others was a dry campus, you get caught with beer or anything and your gone. My sweetmate didn't really seem to care about that and kept bottles in his room and in the bathroom. I still believe there is nothing like being waken up to the sound of someone crashing in to the bathroom next door and throwing his guts up at 2 AM.
To make matters worse was the time he brought his little brother to campus, his brother was about 15 I'd say, and they both got toasted. It was the whole 9 yards, kind of like the drunks on TV. You know the speech problems, the swaying and the stupid questions. Well, the sweet mate and his brother leave, and I’m hanging out in my room on the couch with a friend watching the game. About 5 mins later, we hear a loud noise and open the door to see what was going on. Turns out, my roommate, my sweetmate and his brother were playing tackle football. Well the little brother got hit or something happened. Well next thing I know he's yelling he's gonna be sick. Well, my sweetmate yells go the bathroom. So here comes the little brother running down the hall trying to make it to the bathroom. Only the problem was he didn't make it that far. He takes one step in the door that we had open watching all this and blows chunks all over the couch, the wall and the floor. From there things only got worse. I'm surprised the kid didn't throw up a lung. But we spent most of the night clean up that mess and making sure the kid didn't decorate anything else but the toilet.

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strange

God some of these stories are horrible. Damn entertaining though. Thanks.

mongo

LOL....When my wife and I got married I had a room mate.He was a friend of mine for a few years before.It turned out to be a large mistake I think.He ended up making nothing but a mess and decided to bring home a dog that he locked in his room.This poor dog ended up ripping the bottom of the door up to get out.He would cook and leave everything around the kitchen,living room,bathroom,,,,,you name it.It was a stressfull situation as he was my friend.We were both glad when he finally moved out right before our son was born........Then my parents came to "stay" with us for a few weeks so they could find a place in town.....That lasted about 2 years.....lol.....What fun...How do you tell your own mother "You need to leave....now"...

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Cynthetiq

I am having that situation right now with my sister in law... she's 21 and a student. Through our own networking we got her 2 internships one in a radio station and the other with an actor's workshop.

She came to NYC two saturdays ago, and she has only looked at 4 apartments, 2 of which were rooming with guys which is not an option at all, so effectively she's found only 2 apartments. One of them she reluctantly accepted and then her parents said no because it "wasn't safe" for their precious baby.

We are buying a co-op in Manhattan and we were anxiously waiting for the co-op inspector to come to our house for an interview. She's on the phone with her fucking "loser" b/f in Europe and doesn't pick up the callwaiting. She even had given out that phone number for apartments to call back.

I sent her over 60+ classifieds of apartments in Manhattan that are in good neighborhoods including one that was at a college since her parents think that she needs to be "able to do things at night," but then are worried about where she is. I got not a single THANK YOU for sending them or feedback from her as to why they weren't apartments that she cannot look at.

She did nothing to get these internships, she's ungrateful for all that we've done for her.

She thinks automatically that the car is at her disposal without asking for it. So when I told her that she's got to figure out how to get to where she needs to via public transportation it does not compute in her tiny little brain.

She turned off our wake up alarm yesterday and didn't reset it so when I woke up LATE this morning my wife was screaming because she knows she didn't turn off the alarm. She said,"Why did you turn off my alarm to SILLY?" and her reply was,"I didn..., oh sorry."

Enough... I'm just getting myself more upset.

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madsenj37

After my freshman year, I wanted to stay in town that summer. Tons of people said they were going to, but when it came down to it, only about 3 of us did. I lived with one of them. He never did his dishes, or got up before 3 pm, never went to bed before 3am, never got a job, eventhough he needed one. Smoked pot in the house, drank a lot. Had no consideration for other people, he treated them as financial means only. His roommate from the dorms was set to move in with us in the complex, but a bigger place. They decided they wanted a house instead and that I could live with them if I chose to do so ... one problem, we had to break the lease ... which means paying money. Somehow after being promised it would be taken care of, I had to chip in.

I decided to move on campus with my previous roommate. We lived in an apt with 3 girls. 2 were anal retentive and the other was a hippy. She once tore pages out of the phone book and drew on them, and then her face. She ended up going to costa rica for the rest of the year.

In moved a couple. Because I was on campus I didnt have much say in whom I lived with. Well teh girl was bitch and cheated on teh guy. She moved out, he stayed. He was like my summer roommate plus he never seemed to shower.

I now live by myself. Next year Im living with two girls whom I know and trust. Besides my roommate from the dorms, I havent had any acceptable roommates/housemates.

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rogue49

Long time ago when I was 22, my "best-friend" moved into my apt. that was my mom's (she paid rent, she was a traveling nurse)
All we had to do was paid for food & utilities.

Well to make a long story short, we ended up asking him to leave,
and owing my mom over $500 on utilities & phone.

I decided, it was worth all the pain in the world NOT to have a roommate again.
Some people just don't have their shit together in life,
and they aren't even aware of who they are using.

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And <b><i><u>that</b></i></u> my friends sums up so many of lifes problems that it's not even funny. Truer words have never been utterd before.

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Sergeant Jack

In 1978 the Army sent me to Germany. As a Staff Sergeant I was entitled to a single room in the billets, but was assigned to a double room due to space shortage. After having traveled for nearly 24 hours and spending nearly the whole next day processing, I was beat. I went to the room, found nobody home, and crashed. About 2 a.m. the door opened and the bright light from the hallway fell across my face, waking me. Quickly, the door shut and in the darkness I heard my roommate stumble across the room and fall into bed. Still dead tired, I decided that introductions could wait until morning. I was lying on my side with my back to roomie's bed and I heard the nightstand drawer open and something plop onto the floor. Shortly thereafter, I heard the sound of running water, and then the strong and unmistakable odor of urine. Okay! That was it! I snapped on the bedside light and sat up to confront this insanity. Staff Sergeant Bob (not his real name, of course) sat there on the edge of his bed blinking in the glaring light. In what was obviously a well-established routine, he had taken a towel from the drawer of the nightstand, thrown it on the floor and proceeded to urinate into it. Profusely! This was obviously a ploy by a drunk to avoid having to navigate to the bathroom. I said, "What the hell?!" and he slurred, "Oh crap they promised I wouldn't get a roommate. I guess you're going to destroy my career now." I replied, "Just clean that mess up and we'll talk about this in the morning.
In the morning I discovered that Bob was an Air Force sergeant who was assigned as the Officer's Club manager. He was an alcoholic in denial with a dream job and unlimited access to booze. I read him the riot act and told him that if he ever did anything even similar to this crap again his career would be in the toilet for sure. Eventually I learned he was from the backwoods of Kentucky and had some bizarre stories of his survivalist relatives stockpiling weapons and scraping the radium off watches to eventually get a critical mass to build their own atomic weapon. Yeah.
So we eventually became friends and I tried to get him into church and he was convinced that he had somewhere along the line committed the unpardonable sin and therefore could not be accepted by God under any circumstances. On the nights that he worked, he came in blind drunk at 2 a.m. and made it to the restroom okay. On all other nights, he came in at about 6 p.m. with a six-pack of beer and sat in his bunk watching tv until he had drunk all six and passed out. I tried a few times to get him to see that he might, just might be alcoholic, but the Air Force had continually evaluated his job performance as excellent and with no other evidence to the contrary, he was convinced that he was just fine. I eventually got my own room and then eventually got my family over there and had our own little house. I lost contact with Bob after that, but while we roomed together I learned to sleep with one eye open, and never felt quite secure.

surferlove007

This is a fascinating thread that's been dug up.
I have plenty to contribute.

Freshman year at Texas Tech I had a pretty cool roomie named Wonjee. She and I hung out with her friends whom eventually adopted me into their friend circle, we'd all go have lunch together most days etc. Well Wonjee becomes friends with Zaneta (whom I'm still very good friends with today) and Zaneta is rooming with this other girl...we'll call her Madonna. Madonna seemed nice at first, we'd all hang out with her group of friends which incidentally is how I met JStrider. Well Madonna tells me I'm not allowed to date him. I told her if we did date I'd talk to her first. She stirred up a lot of drama between the whole roommate situation.
So...fast forward a few months. Wonjee and Madonnas relationship has progressed and now they're the best of friends. My hate for this girl has grown immensely. Wonjee would often ask me to clean up my side of the room for when her parents would visit (at least once a month, sometimes twice) and I was in architecture mind you, I often was working on projects so my side was pretty messy. But it wasn't dirty messy, it was just a little cluttered. She would also stay up till three and four in the morning while I was trying to sleep. She didn't like confrontation and usually just wrote stuff down into messages on face book instead of talking about it. It also put James in an awkward position because he's friends with her but she hates me because she secretly wanted him. Well whenever Madonna would come down to Wonjee and I's room I would just glare at her and ignore her. Finally I told Wonjee not to invite her over again or I'd tell her to leave myself. She's a rude person who is mean to almost everyone except her friends. Freaking music majors...(no offense to you music folk out there)
So the semester is coming to a close, Wonjee sends me a message over face book WHILE in the room with me that she's moving into a room with Madonna and her's mutual friend Saundra. Fine with me! Just an extra $500.00 for the semester to have a single.

Summer Roomies from Hell.
So the summer semester II rolls around, I had some awesome roommates from summer I that both moved out because they were only doing one semester. I get some new girls that seemed nice enough. Another thing, I was told I would have the apartment to myself so I went home to Fort Worth and got my cat Michelle and took her up there with me for the remaining semester so I wouldn't be completely by myself. Well when I come back to my apartment, new girls are there. The first thing I thought of was what if they were allergice...that could of been a disaster. They weren't.
Well they move in...and I have glasses and stuff there, groceries etc. They use my glasses without washing them, they eat my food without asking or replacing it. These girls were both Indian so often times they would have Indian food in the fridge. (I'm not hating on Indians so don't think I'm saying that) but they would leave it there for over a week. The whole fridge would stink. I personally don't like Indian food. Also they would come in at 6 in the morning, I had to be at work at 8.
One morning I recall them coming in with there friends and I pretty much lost it. I threw open my door and told them to Shut the Fuck Up or move out because I was sick of them coming in at all hours of the morning and waking me up. They were pretty drunk and apologized and left.
I realize now they could of gotten me in trouble for having my cat there. Michelle was very well behaved, she hung out in my room and she would even hang out with them from time to time. I just worried about her getting out of the apartment because they would be careless and forget to shut the door all the way and I'd go to the kitchen and see the door was partially open and freak out and look for my cat.

Last semester was probably the worst.
I moved in with a girl because the rent was a good price. $300.00 a month plus an avg. of $100.00 for utilities she said. Well it seemed ok. My mattress was nearly as old as I was and the bathroom was small. She was so proud of all of her supposed upgrades she had done in the bathroom but the work was shitty and cheap. I know because I've renovated bathrooms with my dad. I didn't mention anything about it to her. My room was extremely tiny. The bed just got worse and worse. Another girl named Katy moves in with us too and she's really cool. I liked Katy way more than Melanie (the girl who's parents owned the house). So school's happening. I'm flying back and fourth between Lubbock and Houston the entire semester. The utility bills were insane. The first month's utilities were $147.00. The reason being she ran the air condition ALL the freaking time. Even at night when it was 50 degrees outside. I would go at night and turn the temperature up from 66 to about 70 because I was freezing. She would then complain that we need to leave the temperature down for whatever BS reason. She refused to open the windows because it made her nervous about getting raped or something. Her parents were too stupid not to install an alarm system or even give her a gun. I had a baseball bat and I was the best person to defend us if something had happened.I told my mom and dad this and they were pretty irritated.
Basically I was only nice to her because I wanted to be sure my parents got their down payment back. I'll get to that issue later.
So we're having thermostat wars, I finally take some paper and tape and tape my vent shut in my room. I get cold very easily and at night I don't like cold air blowing on me. So it worked for a few days but then the paper would get ripped or the tape would come off. I went home and my mom got me a heating blanket and I took my heater with me. My reasoning was, well if she's making me pay for her Air Conditioning she can pay for my heater. So finally after a month I'm warm.
I also started going home on the weekends so I wouldn't have to be in the house. It was a 300 mile drive each way. Mom and dad knew something was wrong. So more issues sprang up. When I'd leave she would go into my room and search for dishes. The dishes always ended up being in Katy's room. The contract didn't allow me to put in my own door knob which I wish I could of changed. I didn't think she would be disrespecting me by going into my space that I was paying for and looking through my shit. So fine. I've put up with all that.

Parking the cars. Melanie drives a BMW Mini because she's just special and her parents spoil the crap out of her. I drive a VW Beetle and Katy drives a Mercury mountaineer. Well She immediately gets the garage and Katy and I share parking on the street and in the other driveway spot. Now that I think about it, I should of parked in front of her spot and left with a friend blocking her into her garage. Anyway she used to complain about my car being too close to the garage, and then being too close to the driveway. Just really stupid stuff, it's like come on you're driving a teacup get real.

A few more things, but this is good therapy.
Laundry. We had a laundry room in this house, and I did my laundry pretty regularly. Melanie and Katy followed suit as well. Well Melanie has on average 2 friends come over twice a month to use the machine to do about 3 loads of laundry a piece. Then they would leave their delicates in the living room to dry for several days. I was pissed about that because they never paid for it and I know for a fact that Katy and I were paying for their laundry.

So we get to the money my parents put down to reserve my room.
I left my room a week early and in pristine condition. I didn't however get her to sign a sheet of paper stating the room was how it was before I got there. She claimed that I broke the mirror that wasn't screw into the floor. (Closet doors were mirrors) the base it hadn't been put onto a base and she claimed I damaged the carpets so bad that she had to hire Stanly steamer to come out and steam clean them even though she told me before that she did that anyway. Total bitch. I'm still irate about how my parents were treated. They kept my parents $200.00. Jerks. Next time I'm in Lubbock I can't ensure some damage won't occur to her house.

So yea. That's my roommate stuff.