» Housemates from hell

hello from America
I probably have had one of the worst first roommate experiences ever. I decided at this time last year that I needed to move out since my mom and I weren't getting along very well and the girls I moved in with were 3 years younger than I am, which was a bad idea from the start. I was in my last semester of school, and they were in their second year, so needless to say, we knew some people who wanted to party, and party we did. Except I always did all the cleaning and buying of the alcohol for the parties since they were all 19 and I was 22, yet they never reimbursed me and when we asked for people to chip in, the money mysteriously disappeared, probably to the fat one's room to buy more food and shit to leave all over the floor. Her room looked like a room on a cop show when they take people's children from them because the area is "unlivable." She also walked downstairs one day with blood all over her pants...figure that one out. Still trying to get the image out of my head to this day.
Another one had her boyfriend over at all times of the night since he was a cop and her room was right over mine, so I heard everything that went on and since I wasn't nocturnal like they were, I didn't get much sleep those nights.
The other girl was sweet and quiet, yet she left her hair in the drain all the time and when I went to shower there was not only a giant clump of hair in the drain but a huge mess of dirt and tiny leg hair littering the tub. Lovely. Also, none of them ever cleaned anything, so if the house was going to look nice, it was my job.

So, the big one also decided she was exempt from the "not using other people's stuff" rule and continued to use my face products, and also using my razor and towel once when she was home in New Hampshire for a while and came back for the weekend to take a voice lesson and didn't bring her own stuff I guess. The same visit, she left the door wide open to bring her stuff (or maybe herself) in, forgetting I have a cat who doesn't go outside and when I came home, my poor kitty was on the apex of the roof and couldn't get down. She actually had the nerve to leave me new face product with a tiny little bow on it (which my cat chewed on and threw up lol) after I had a meeting with them all the night before and she lied to my face that she hadn't used my stuff, even though she is stupid and left the evidence behind in the bathroom. Idiot.

Though this story could go on forever, the icing on the cake came when my rent check bounced by no fault of my own. I had asked the bank to return me a fee incurred by the check and in turn they thought I also wanted the check returned. I found out about this by the lovely letter they wrote me and left on my bedroom door when I got home one night (cause the landlord couldn't speak to me directly, guess he was too much of a pussy for confrontation) and since they were a bunch of pussies too, they wrote me a letter, saying I had to pay up again plus all these ridiculous fees (which weren't dictated in the lease) if I wanted to stay. But, even if I were to stay, they wanted me out when the lease was up since the "living situation isn't working out for any of us, including you" meaning I guess they wanted to live in filth and period blood and whatever. So I decided to just move back home at that time, since I didn't feel like dealing with the bullshit anymore, but I couldn't take my bedframe and boxspring since it wouldn't fit back into my room at my mom's. I had gotten a new one when I moved in. So they said it was okay that I left it there til I could find a place to put it. When I went to pick up some mail one day I noticed they had already changed the locks so I couldn't get my mail or my bed unless I told them exactly when I was coming. Well, I had to get it out when I got another lovely letter in a pile of mail saying "this is a courtesy to inform you that you must have all of your belongings out of here, including your bed, within 72 hours of receiving this letter. If you do not contact us, your property will be disassembled and placed outside of the house within 96 hours." And a whole bunch more word vomit, later, told me they had gotten a lawyer involved! Which I knew right off the bat was fatty's mommy, since I knew both her parents were in law, and I guess they can't handle things themselves cause they're little babies who can't clean up, pay for anything themselves (forgot to mention that their parents were paying for the house, while I was paying my own way, and their parents also paid for every little thing they wanted...how sad), or deal with confrontation.

Long story, yes. Not even half of it though. Moral of the story? Don't live with people 3 years younger than you that you don't know very well (I only knew one well) unless you want to find yourself in a situation where you are more mature, responsible, and respectful than everyone else in the house. Unless you are heavily medicated, then I suppose it's okay.
At least when I finally got my bed out, and noticed there was a bit of cat vomit left under the bed, I left it there, along with the mess the kitty litter had made. Oh well. Guess the bitches have to deal with something themselves for once.
(Tue 10th Apr 2007, 16:15, More)

» Housemates from hell

as an aside...
to add to the story...fatty's parents were also just as gross as she was. When they visited, they didn't wash their hands after using the bathroom (gross), and they left their shit everywhere.
Like mother, like daughter. ew.
I think she was just jealous that I was a better/more responsible musician than she was (we are both opera singers)
(Tue 10th Apr 2007, 16:21, More)