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I mentioned my my house mate with whom I built a tesla coil, tatoo'd tomatoes, went on adventures, debated the hooker status of women on the side of the road with (and ended up giving them a 3 hour ride home afterward to clear up the debate), made movies, created video and board games and ran for city council with - he was gold and I miss him still today.

After him no one could really live up to the title but a few did try.


My brother, who loves glassblowing (no jokes please) moved in at the same time as a civil war reinactor who made her own bullets for her muskets. This meant our basement had a 200lb tank of compressed oxygen, a propane tank - and a 5lb bag of gunpowder stored next to each other for quite a while. My bedroom was directly over the storage room and I comforted myself with the fact that, if it ever went up ... I'd probably never know it.


We had a young man who moved across country to live with a girl, who when he arrived he learned she'd shacked up with someone else (in fact had done so a month before he left, but didn't have the heart to tell him and hurt him), he gave living with them both a go - but it didn't really work.

He spent the next year in our basement playing Diablo2, occasionally coming out to balance large objects on his cats. Otherwise we didn't really see or encounter him. Turns out in the end he's an incredibly good guy - just wasn't feeling very social there for a while (understandably I think.)


Replaced with the incredibly sweet, very good hearted yet - slightly sheltered new guy, who would helpfully explain to you how the world worked (as he figured it out for himself) - gems of knowledge included:

"Allisade, I need to tell you something, this is a very important thing, and it's very easy not to know, so I think, you, being a smart person - should be warned... Allisade, I found out tonight, and this is important... Allisade... Smart Girls... they can be crazy."

Thank you my friend, truly, I am enlightened =)

He also explained to me the distinction between "retardedness" and "drama", for those who are curious:

"retardedness" is when a girl does something abusive / stupid / self damaging / emotionally blackmailing / etc in the immediate, that is - right there in front of you, or to you directly, like that.

"Drama" is the *ongoing* stupidity in their life that you have to listen to or are expected to fix, deal with, or otherwise suffer through - that's their own fault.

He determined, after some amount of research, that both are bad - and to be avoided.

Again - he shared that info with me as well, and now I can pass it on to you - and we are all enlightened.

These were two rules of five he developed for dealing with women ("No retardedness", "No drama" - the other three could basically be summed up with "I should really wear a condom" - he really could be the next Buddha as far as I'm concerned.)

He is absolutely one of my favorite people.


He was followed a blond bombshell of pillowy goodness (in all the right places and none of the wrong), who as far as I can tell was missing a chip in her head. She would invariably start conversations in the middle and expect you to know what the flying fudge whip she was talking about, IM's or opening lines in conversations that consisted entirely of

"6billion?! Can you believe it? How can they think that allisade? explain this to me!"

or

"well, he wasn't my favorite either but I didn't think it was very fair what they did to him"

They were said straight faced and then, when you'd ask wtf? she'd get annoyed at you for being so silly as to not know what she's been talking about with everyone else all day while she was at work

Her additional ability to create panic stricken emotional realities whole cloth from nothing more than a sense of entitlement mixed with deep insecurity was fascinating to watch in action, when it wasn't your life she was tearing apart in her throes of irrationality.

Her deep conviction that (deep breath) the landlord hated her, was going to take all her money, and kick her out - so: she had to move into the unfinished basement of a frat boy, pay double the rent she was currently paying, and move out by the end of the week ... was entirely based on the landlord commenting that the empty soda can being used as a flower pot in the front window didn't look very classy and would she mind putting it in the back window.


However, out of all our roommates throughout time - the lesbian navy seal doctor was my favorite, but that's probably understandable - she liked to cuddle.
( Allisade would love to hear from you, Tue 3 Mar 2009, 20:33, Reply)