Roommates?

Just wondering if any of you have had crazy experiences with roommates. In the last 3 years, we've had one who set up a meth lab in our garage without our knowledge (ain't it grand to wake up to the DEA?) and one who set our living room on fire. Anybody else had fun stuff like this go on?

 

Awww, I've had ANY kind of roommate known on this Earth... But a meth lab... one of mine was dreaming about it but he did not bothered to realize the dream:H I can write a book about my roommates but I suppose I'll get back on that later. Just to keep you curious - I had two that set a fire together, one that never bothered to wash dishes and leaved them all around the place so I stumbled all the time, one weed man who could not find his hands when on weed... I have to feel indeed very fresh to tell u the whole thing...

P.S. But I am the strangest of all

 

One of my current housemates... she's 28, she acts like she's 13. She's a total alcoholic, she lost her job coz she went to work drunk and now she owes our landlords a shitload of money for her rent. I don't think I've ever seen her sober. Apart from those two times I met her before we decided she could become our new housemate. Just a bit misleading.. Anyway, she also has a very severe depression. A while ago another housemate of mine found her sitting in the corridor in her own blood coz she had been cutting herself. We (we as in her housemates) plus her friends plus her family have all tried to help her and we've told her to get some professional help coz it's really getting so serious, but she's doing nothing to help herself. She surrounds herself with these people who are so bad for her and are making her depression so much worse. I dunno.. I feel really sorry for her but then at the same time I don't because she is just such a twat. Plus she's just a nightmare to live with. And it sucks so much coz the rest of us living in the flat get along really well, we have lots of fun and our flat is really nice. It's a terrible thing to say but it's so much nicer in there when the evil bitch monster from hell isn't at home. I hope she'll get some help soon but I hope that she'll move out even sooner.

 

I had one that used to steal my used undies, & towels..Then he killed one of my kittens....Accidentally, he said.

 

I have one who would wear my underwear after she raunchied up all hers I was like HELLO *gag* I wound up locking my underwear up so I could have cute ones to wear...

But Im an odd roomie myself but Im fun not like psychotic weird ya know..

 

My last roomate crashed my car and got me fired from my job. After we moved out he asked if I could watch his dog for a couple days till he found a new place and now he's hiding and wont return my calls. Now my car is impounded, im homeless, my credit is fucked and have to pay his share of the rent. Some people basicly suck. At least I have the dog to keep me company. Im keeping him.

 

Eh, I cannot WAIT to never have another roommate ever ever again!
Mine now is extremely uptight. We share a room yet she wont talk to me, not even to say hello. She'll go out of her way to do things that piss me off, which isn't much. She's negative about everything. She gets pissed off if I don't study much. She never lets me play music w/o my headphones on or watch a movie at night and I haven't been able to play the didge in awhile. Now, I don't generally say this about people but she's a real bitch. I avoid her at all costs.
She's my only bad roommate I've ever had though.

 

Yeah, same here. I've decided that after I graduate from uni (which will be next summer) I will never share a flat with anyone who isn't my long-term partner.

Unfortunately though, it's near impossible to find an affordable studio flat over here as renting is so damn expensive.

 

Scissorhands, How did 2 of them set your house on fire? The guy that set ours on fire had the audacity to try to hide a 4 foot burned-out hole in the middle of our living room floor with a rug. And then when we found it (gosh I wonder how that happened? Given that he hid it SO well) he tried to claim it wasn't him!

 

I had a roomate that liked to tell the most disgusting, disturbing jokes and stories to my friends and family. Made for an interesting Christmas dinner one year. Good times.

 

Hahaha... what a genius! About mine: I wasn't living in a flat then - it was a dorm and we shared a room. So they had been to some nightclub where they would sprinkle a hella lot of confetti over the ppl. So many that you could not see your feet, they say (I've never been there - not a fan of the music). And they decided to recreate the atmosphere... in the room. So the floor had been decently covered with paper stripes when CANDLE took the leading role. The rest is history. I wasn't there to see the show cause I was moving into a flat. Damn, they are mad but I still love them.

 

I had a roomie years ago who would eat my food, esp my speg sauce, so I found an old moldy can of chicken grease and mixed it in the sauce, fucke finished it all off in a few days and never got sick!

 

Ive had a few good ones, and a few nuts. One guy who roomed with us was always falling asleep. Not a terrible habit for a roomate, but Scotty made it an art form. He could nap anywhere, and by eleven pm he was out, no matter where he was and usually couldnt be woken up. Best roomie I ever had! lol

Never had one start a fire tho, at least there is that

 

roommates, housemates, living aggaingement mates, have nearly been the death of me, litteraly, more then once. waaaaaay tooo stressfull, having to live with almost anyone. even my parents as a child growing up. even my present wife is ok, but i've always been the happiest in my life when living utterly and completely alone.

i've known houses with three different unrelated families all living in the same household and getting along quite happily and all that, because they shared some common interest like science fiction or the s.c.a. or furrys or what have you. it just all depends on your individual personality and what you're used to and of course how compatable everyone else's is.

i did live on a piece of land that was a kind of half assed commune once. but we each had these little cabins and shacks and sheds that we build ourselves and it was 40 acres with lots of trees and space in between so that was alright, or would have been if i could have been able to get the things i needed to live how i would have wanted to there. except of course most of them didn't exist yet at the time.

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Interesting stories here.

I live in a communal type household I designed with 5 other people, used to be 6 but one moved to another city to be a drag queen on cocaine. One of my roommates plays for an ambient death metal band and rocks our casbah all day at very very high volumes... his band has practice here everyonce in a while with strobelights, spinning colourful lights, and alot of bass. He also tends to dress up like satan, paint his entire body red and walk around naked with his girlfriend holding his penis. His girlfriend, who also lives with us likes knives, alot. Then, there's another roommate who's rather gay, and dressed like a European out of the 70s, but bitches alot.

The house is constantly dirtish and reeks of ciggs... all we have downstairs are a few couches and lots of musical equipment. We've had many naked parties, way too many people tripping here, and my goodbye party which generated a good 150 cramped in here at once dancing to 80s music and to the Dead... it was lovely.

They are all amazing people though... we share the food, the ganja, the laughs, the drinks, the people, and the love... it does sadden my heart to leave this place.

 

He also tends to dress up like satan, paint his entire body red and walk around naked with his girlfriend holding his penis. His girlfriend, who also lives with us likes knives, alot.


^Just the mental image of this cracked me up!!!.^ They seem like an interesting couple. However, if I was a guy and my gf loved knives, I dunno if I'd be totally comfortable walking around naked. lol

 

Most of my roommates have been fun (yay for dorm living) but I had a real winner at the beginning of this semester.

Okay in order to understand I have to say that I'm openly pagan. I have tons of books, and what not on MY side of the room. They're not that easy to see unless you're nosy and move onto my side of the room. I'm also the type of person who likes to share. Since I was taught to share in grade school I find it good practice if I have a ton of something that I don't mind if you use it. Well she started acting strange about a week before the allowed move out date. I asked one of our friends on the floor what was up with her. And this person was like "Do you have books on spells on your side of the room" I was like "yeah".."well maybe that freaks her out because she's not used to it." so I asked my roommate like 2 days later if there was anything on my side of the room that she didn't agree with because if there was then I have no problem with putting it up to make her more comfortable...(see I CAN be nice..)..she said "No, I don't care what you have on your side of the room, you can have whatever you want on your side of the room I'm leaving anyways." I was like okay, fine then.

So it was the weekend, my parents where on their way to bring me my new computer (iMac how I love you <3) and she freaks out on me! It started with my asking her to please stop slamming the door (I was studying and this was like the 4th time that DAY she had slammed the door loudly). and she says "Am I slamming the door or letting it shut on its own?" (well our door SLAMS loudly whenever you let it shut on it's own,either way the hall rules we have are to not slam doors..and i try to live by that..plus you can atleast be nice and keep it from slamming..) I said "All I asked was to please stop." "Don't get an attitude with me, I don't like you. You're weird, you're constantly staring at me, and chanting. You're strange and.." she just kept going on and on about how she hated me. I'm a very loveable person, I try to be caring and nice to everyone. I always smile and act courteous. So this girl going off on me was just one of the worst moments in my life. I'm like I haven't even done anything to this girl but try to be her friend and here she is saying she hates me and she barely even knows me! So needless to say I was glad when she moved out. Oh and she threatened me aswell. She was on the phone with someone and told them "I have to get the hell out of here before I punch the shit out of this girl." I almost reported her to the police. I barely slept for a week, because she couldn't officially move out until the 30th and it was like the 26th and she still had her things in here and a key, so I was afraid for dear life that she'd come in at night and try and do something to me. Yeah I'm paranoid. And now everytime I see her she is such a bitch towards me. But I've made friends with her friends and they have no problem with me. I'm just a bit quirky. And me and my roommate now get along just fine..although I keep to myself alittle more. But atleast we talk some. She's nice.

 

You're first roommate sounds like a bitch. Some people are just like that and there's nothing you can do about. The last thing you want to do is take it personally.

Anyway, I've moved around quite a bit in the last several years. My roommate since 2000 has been my wife (gf back then), but before that, I encountered some of the world's greatest freaks. My wife and I have met freaks even after we shacked up together, but they've been landlords, not roommates.

I first moved out into a shit hole in the ground (a basement suit with only one room which was already being shared by two guys). I got put in the storage room (my mattress barely fit). My roommate Rob would take advantage of my cramped hole in the wall by lighting a lighter in front of the nozzle of a butane can and almost singing me with fire. I'd have to take refuge in the corner and cover my face with my university text books (I guess there's one good purpose for their enormous size ). He did it because he thought it was funny. He'd do all sorts of things like that. When the roads were slippery, and he was dropping me off somewhere, he'd let me get half-way out of the car and then take off cranking the wheel as far as it could go. I'd have to hold onto the door handle as he did donuts in the parking lot. I'd usually loose my grip and roll around on the ground.

Then I rented a basement suit from this family who lived upstairs. The mother was unhappily married and made advances on me all the time. Whenever my dad would come to visit, she'd make advances on him too.

The third place I shacked up in was with my best friend and his friend. We had fun that sumer. We smoked a lot of pot. In the fall, his friend moved out and we had to get someone else to help us pay rent. She seemed nice at first, but she turned out to be a real bitch. (sorry, nothing special about this story).

Then I moved into a house (rented the basement again) with a psycho landlord from hell and a psycho roommate too. Then roommate would lie his ass off about everything and constantly steal money from me. He'd always be telling girls that he was dying of cancer and had one year to live. He came home one day telling me that the cops were going to haul his ass off to jail unless he payed a ticket which was worth $200. He didn't have the money and needed my help. I was really stupid, gullable, and prone to guilt back then, so I got him the money. He kept making up stories like this untill he owed me around $500. He'd always have a reason why he couldn't pay me back. Finally, I had to bring up the subject to my landlords and they got him to pay me back. The landlords where something else entirely. Brenda was some kind of narcissistic spiritualist who was obsessed with psychoanalyzing me. She constantly wanted to know each and every detail of my beliefs and feelings and past experiences. She wasn't friendly about it either. She would get pissed off if I didn't reveal personal shit about me. She even made it a "house rule" a few times - saying that if I wanted to live under her roof, I would have to live by her rules, and one of them was open discussion about anything and everything. I told her I didn't feel comfortable talking about this stuff and so she gave me a deadline to get comfortable. She loved to talk too. She'd constantly be dominating the conversation, and I bare ever got a chance to get a word in. One time, when she asked me about my moral beliefs, I started to explain them to her, and she jumped after only a few seconds and completely revamped my views - she misunderstood them to begin with, of course, but the proceeded to tell me what I should be thinking. I didn't bother arguing with her - not only because I knew I didn't have an opportunity to, but because I knew she wouldn't accept anything I said. Garth, the husband was constantly getting in shit from her about stupid things, and one time she smashed the living room table over something (I forget what).

Then I moved out with a friend. He was cool, but his brother was a psycho. He never bullied me or Mike (my friend) but he was constantly getting into fights with his mom. He wanted to take a shower one time, and she got there first. He got pissed off and started slamming on the door shouting "I NEED TO SHOWER!!! LET ME IN!!!" He eventually slammed on the door so hard, he busted a hole in it. Another time, he was getting frustrated because his friend was beating him at a video game and he punched him in the face. Last I heard, he was in jail for rape.

Then I moved out into what we called "the crack house on 7th" because that's what it looked like. It was me and my friends and it was another cool summer just like the one mentioned above. We smoked a lot of pot, had a lot of parties, and so on. It was fun.

Then, finally, came the steady portion of my life. I moved out with my girlfriend in an apartment. Since then, life has been relatively steady. We encountered another psycho landlord in another basement suit after the appartment (which is another story), moved out into another appartment after that, got married, and then bought our first house just this last August. Life's cool now.

Geez, this turned into a really long rant really quickly (sorry).