(Apart from my last post!),I don't seem to have many problems with neighbours, but I do attract some dodgy housemates:
1/. I currently live with my over-emotional, borderline-psychotic boss. Not by choice, either, it's company accommodation.
2/. At uni, had a strange guy in the next bedroom. Never spoke to me, rarely saw him around the house.
Whenever my boyfriend & I would (quietly) start things up, we'd hear him open his cupboard and slide a box off the top shelf. We assumed it was full of porn.
Towards the end of the semester, my diary went missing. Looked everywhere, no sign of it, gave up and bought a new one. Also "lost" some photos, too.
This strange bloke went away to Melbourne for a couple of weeks, and wouldn't be back until after I'd moved out. He would also be moving out, so the landlord asked him to leave the bedroom door open, so that he'd know it was ok to show the room to prospective tenants.
So, I'm walking past, glance in, and notice something shiny and red poking out from under his bed. "MY DIARY!" I yelled to my boyfriend, who came a'runnin'. We found the diary, missing photos and miscellaneous pieces of my crap stashed under the bed ...
We also checked-out the alleged porn-box in his cupboard - it was full of regular textbooks.
3/. Living in (different) student accom. - 17 students. Two decided to date ... and shag regularly. In the room above mine. Accompanied by some ratshit song by Toni Braxton (the SAME frikkin' song, on repeat). At top volume.
Cue a volley of ceiling-banging/floor banging, until I went up and told them off, saying I had an 8am tutorial the next day.
Which I did ... but I never went to class anyway, so it wouldn't have mattered.
(Celerydemon, Mon 29 Aug 2005, 4:45, Reply)