not strictly flatmatesbut the flat i lived in after that, my flatmate - who really was a lovely girl - had terrible taste in men. for nearly 2 years she went out with this guy who was just the saddest individual i have ever met. he was 27, hadn't held a job down *ever*, had no desire to get one, had no social skills, could always be relied on to say the wrong thing, was so clumsy he could be guaranteed to trip over or break something every time he was in the flat. he lived in a manky house with about 7 other people, so naturally he'd take the opportunity to stay at ours whenever possible.
he only washed from week to week, so he stank the place out a bit, he never cleaned up after himself, never did any dishes, bought a guardian every day (in the vain hope it might make him intelligent) and constructed a mountain out of them in the living room. he was there for a over a year, and never paid a penny in bills or rent.
oh yeah, his mum used to phone up looking for him too, usually when he was never there, and then he'd never phone her back when i passed messages on. so every time she called & i answered, she'd accuse me of lying to her about asking him to call. which was nice.
and for some reason whenever i bump into him in the street, he still seems to think i'll want to chat to him.
after my flatmate had finally dumped him, she ended up going out with a proper crusty - i swear this is true, he used to go up to 6 MONTHS without washing. you could tell he'd been in the flat hours after he'd left by the smell, and whenever he was round i'd end up having to eat me dinner in the bedroom coz having to inhale his stench whilst eating was enough to make me bowk.
i live alone now...
(he only washed from week to week, so he stank the place out a bit, he never cleaned up after himself, never did any dishes, bought a guardian every day (in the vain hope it might make him intelligent) and constructed a mountain out of them in the living room. he was there for a over a year, and never paid a penny in bills or rent.
oh yeah, his mum used to phone up looking for him too, usually when he was never there, and then he'd never phone her back when i passed messages on. so every time she called & i answered, she'd accuse me of lying to her about asking him to call. which was nice.
and for some reason whenever i bump into him in the street, he still seems to think i'll want to chat to him.
after my flatmate had finally dumped him, she ended up going out with a proper crusty - i swear this is true, he used to go up to 6 MONTHS without washing. you could tell he'd been in the flat hours after he'd left by the smell, and whenever he was round i'd end up having to eat me dinner in the bedroom coz having to inhale his stench whilst eating was enough to make me bowk.
i live alone now...
zerolicious,
Mon 17 Nov 2003, 15:09,
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