Roommate Rant » filthy

A lesson learned, A lesson to be taught

anonymous — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 09:38:37 +0000

First off, I do sincerely thank you for taking myself and my significant other in when we were on our last legs, really, I do. I don’t think I can ever 100% express that towards you.

But the past four (almost five) months with your family would require you to express an additional 2000% towards her and I. Your three filthy little snot children and your pill addicted wife owe us so much.

It started off with subtle things, asking for us to pick up around the house (which we always did, it was the three teenagers who left the mess) as a show of "gratitude" towards your household, understandable.

Mind you, it remained understandable for only half a month more. Are you really so egoist in the ways you run your family that you believe all five of you can do NO WRONG whatsoever? Any mistakes which your three teenagers consistently did, you passed off onto us. Open your eyes, we’re both adults, which is a hundred steps above whatever the fuck you and your kids are.

This whole Summer the three of them did absolutely nothing. On top of cleaning the whole house day to day… We both found good jobs, a car for ourselves, and an apartment in that time. The most your kids did involve a variety of the following;

Having mental breakdowns about: school, work, chores, responsibility

Spending money on: fast food, clothes, concert tickets, jewelry, etc. and then crying about not having money to pay your car payments. Remember that time your eldest’s tires shot on the highway? She couldn’t pay for it, at all. You bailed her out.

Eating, eating, more eating and no cleaning whatsoever. Have you ever smelled that faint moldy stench in the air? It’s from your sink, and all the leftover food and drink your three perfect, godsend children leave in it. Just to let you in on the real secret, they leave nearly full soda cans and half eaten food under their beds, so the bacteria and mold thank you for giving them a phenomenal environment to thrive in.

Complaining about: our rare occurances of frustration (to pay bills on time, to find work, to find a car), our "introvert" tendencies, etc.

Hey listen, neither of us want to be involved in your family moments. We’re respectful enough to step aside or leave when you all have that time in mind, but to get angry or stressed about us not being there for it? We’re guests and we like it that way. We’re not going to cry on your bed and spill our life issues with you like your unstable teenagers.

Maybe if you gave them better examples to live by, and showed a little disciplinary ethic towards them they’d handle situations better. They need to wake up and realize high school isn’t shit. You’re not the big cheese because you’re in AP classes, nobody is going to treat you like a prince or princess because of your shoddy theatre/play organizing. You don’t even act or dance in them, you just find people that do and tell them to.

None of you are creative. Quoting your professor’s debates last week (and generally knowing nothing about the context) in class doesn’t mean you’re uber evolved and enlightened above everyone else. All the hot glueing in the world doesn’t make you unique. Maybe if you could tell Mommy to take you off her anxiety medications ( life is so stressful when you move from a 250,000$ house to a 120,000$ one and sit in a cubicle all day ) you could focus on actually CRAFTING something beautiful instead of stapling some acrylic plastic beads and ribbons together and calling the whole family to gloat about your amazing "creations"

Pull your head out of eachother’s asses, for Odin’s sake. All these little pitiful, pathetic, repetitive tendencies you three do daily just get worse by you enabling them even more. As the parents you should put your foot down, but often you do the same. You leave a mess, sit around sipping wine on your nasty stained couch, and think back on the times when "life was good" or what say you.

Even your three dogs carry over the same behaviour. They lay on clean laundry (that we always wash, dry and fold for you – despite your three kids going through them and leaving them on the floor just to find a sock or a shirt), shit and puke on your carpet, and act more like a pest rather a pet.

I do feel a bit bad for them though, the least you could do is bathe them. They’ve had that mildew-y musky smell of dog ass for a good two months now. Maybe you’re used to it but it is just plain foul. Wake up.

There is so much more that needs to be said about you and the "family" but I’ve already used this much energy to get out the basics. I’ve only scratched the surface but that’s all I need for right now. Besides, in two days you can kiss your clean house goodbye. And our asses. KISS. OUR. ASSES. Because all the lip locking in the world couldn’t get us to forgive this awful experience.

He says he moved out of his mom and dads to move in with his new parents

admin — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 23:01:46 +0000

Last year my girlfriend and I decided to move in with a guy from work. It seemed fine the bills were all going to be split up and everyone was going to contribute. My girlfriend and I brought basically the whole living room (tv, dinner table, coffee tables, entertainment center, lamps, couches, xbox, router, everything) and he spends all of his time in the living room. He leaves his mcdonalds bags, pizza boxes, clothes, EVERYTHING in the living room, he constantly plays my xbox and honestly the only time he spends in his room is sleeping, or sleeping with girls he brings over. He will make food and not clean up the counters when he is done. and when we buy food he eats the majority of it within like 2 days. So its hard to go shopping with him because we never have food. He has maybe cleaned the bathroom like twice since we moved in (Aug 2009) We have a bathroom in our room so we only use that bathroom to shower, his toilet is caked in yellow, and the garbage is overflowing with toilet paper (he likes to blow his nose with toilet paper so it goes really fast) and he will spit loogies in the sink and not rinse them down so it leaves crusty brown streaks into the drain, kinda gross. He didnt have toilet paper in his bathroom for 2 weeks at least and in those 2 weeks, instead of buying toilet paper, he used all of our napkins and 3 rolls of paper towel. He is constantly bringing over shady friends ( oh and by the way one day after he took his friend home for being over for a couple days we were all at work and we were robbed) who we have no trust in. He thinks we treat him like a child because we are constantly nagging him, but its only cuz he doesnt do anything around the house!!! I have tried having a talk with him but it doesnt work, he wont tell us when the electricity bill is due which is frustrating cuz i like things paid on time, we have had to use our rent grace period multiple times because he didnt have the money. I am very concerned about safety so i put a lock on my bedroom door and he used a credit card to get into my room to get things that he needed. Its called invasion of privacy people! We just bought a flat screen tv for our bedroom with our tax money and he was complaining to people at work saying that we shouldnt hoard it in our room and put it in the living room for everyone. Which is bs. He says that we are old people because we don’t wanna party anymore, the only reason is cuz school started back up again and its hard to party when you are either at work or school or studying, sorry. My girlfriend and him got into a facebook fight and he still thinks he is right. One of his statuses was “dont you hate it when you move out of your moms and dads to move in with your new parents” he is immature, my girlfriend told him to grow up and he said, “growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional” HE IS 20!!!! We still got 5 months with this lease and then we are out, i doubt we will ever get a roommate again, this was the worst experience of my life.

Lazy FIlthy Stinky Alcoholic Asses

admin — Sun, 03 May 2009 06:56:13 +0000

Just a clarification, this wasn’t always like this, it was great a few months ago….

first it was the dirty filthy dishes, they would sit there for days, im a very clean person and i like to have my house and place where i live presentable and nice smelling and clean… then it was the smoking inside her room, i HATE smoking inside the house, it just makes everything smell so freaking nasty

then she got a bf… now a lil back story… she drinks, a lot! she can go thru one of those huge bottles of rum within 2 days and tons of a specific diet soda which i will not name cuz it will give it away immediately… now the dude who she’s dating is a vet… from iraq… and he’s crazy… like psycho… plus he’s a complete moron and a fucking alcoholic as well lets just say he can’t drive his stupid car without blowing into a breathalyzer anyways… the fucker pretty much fucken lives here!!! i hate him!!! with a passion and ive made sure to let him know!!! he pays NOTHING!!! he has no job claims not to get enough money from the army or whatever branch he was from and has like 3 kids in which none of them may be his but he still thinks they’re his but they’re not, pays “child support” supposedly and claims not to ever have money but he makes sure that there is always a fucken 30 pack of beer in the fridge taking all the fucken space!!! they cook, and ALWAYS leave a fucken mess in the kitchen!!! im talking about i let it go for a week, a WEEK and they didn’t clean anything!!!! they expected ME to clean it!!! so what i did is just say if ya’ll aren’t gonna clean i’d suggest you either hire a cleaning lady or throw all this shit away and buy plastic plates, cups, forks, and everything else… they FINALLY cleaned it… now her room or their room, is FILTHY i mean F-I-L-T-H-Y!!!! it reeks!!!! im talking about if they open the door, the kitchen, living room and hall way will be penetrated with this awful smell!!! her room is a pigsty literally with at least 3 pottering pots full of cigerttes, yes 3, filled to the top, beer bottles every where, plates with food and dirty close every where as well… her bathroom, oh lord, i felt so disgusted and sorry for the maintenance man bcuz they had to do the caulking on her tub and the tub was filthy, i mean, there was a film reside of like either a dark brown reddish thing!!! and the toilet, oh lord, i don’t even know how she can sit down and pee… oh my god it is just fucken nasty!!!

i can’t fucken wait for my lease to be over to get the fuck out of here and have my own place, that way i can have people come over and not be embarassed of showing them my apartment and not having it smell even after i clean it, thoroghly!!!! nasty!!! ugh im so fucking disgusted to live with this individual…

i hate him and im beginning to not like her at all….

Dude, do you smoke weed?

admin — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 04:52:13 +0000

My biggest fear before I started my first year at college was that my roommate would be a complete stoner. Like I told my mother, I didn’t care if he smoked or stuff, as long as it didn’t have to enter my space and become my problem. However, my greatest fear soon became a reality. When I was alone with my roommate for the first time, no more than 2 minutes passed by when sure enough he asks “Dude, do you smoke weed?” Me, somewhat surprised, answered no, to which he responded by telling me that it was ‘chill’ and that he was a “patient”, so it was all cool because he had a card. There is really nothing I could say to that. It wasn’t like it was illegal. So I told him that I didn’t really want to know it was in the room. He didn’t really say anything, just told me not to freak out if I saw him rolling a joint when I walked into the room. Over the course of the next few days, my room began smelling strange. Up to this point I really had no idea what marijuana smelled like, but evidently my room smelt like it. No offense to anybody out there that enjoys smoking, but that has to be one of the absolute awful smells in the world. Every time I walked into my room I felt nausea, the smell hit me like a wall of bricks. I confronted him about it the first time and he took on the attitude like he was going to do what he wanted to do and I wasn’t going to stop him. In short, the smell remains to this day. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he seems like he was raised in a barn, he is the filthiest person I have ever met. There is food on his side of the room on the floor, dust all over everything, he throws all his stuff on the ground, leaves his shit all over the place. He seems to think my desk is his desk becomes sometimes I will find his crap on my desk, as well as milk from where he made his cereal that he neglected to wipe up. He leaves crap in the fridge, old cheese and fruit that I end up having to throw away because he must believe that his magical little herb will make it all go away. I mean seriously, you have a cannabis card for BACK PAIN WHEN YOU SLEEP! Could you even invent a more generic and vague illness specially designed to get you a card? Come on. And he has washed his sheets one time in the 6 months we have been here, God only knows how many women have been in that bed, what a pig. Never in my have I heard someone talk about women like he does, like they are a piece of meat or a possession meant to be exploited. His father and mother did a real nice job raising him, they instilled every important value necessary to make sure that he becomes a fully-functioning member of society. And then he had this bike, it cost like $700, it replaced the bike that he hit a car with and broke. That fucking bike had to live in our room instead of out in the bike cages because someone might steal it, well someone did steal it from his friend’s frat so it serves you right you fucking asshole, that’s Karma if I’ve ever seen it. You make my life fucking miserable you self-centered womanizing fuckoff, I am counting the days down until I get rid of your ass and I never have to fucking see your face or hear you surfer dude voice or wake up to you coming in at 4 in the morning because you forgot your fucking key. When are you going to fucking wake up you worthless piece of shit, you are given opportunities people only dream of and you piss every single one of them away because you can’t think of anything but your next high or what unsuspecting drunk girl you are going to take advantage of next. His new thing is he is going to go work in Peru and climb trees. Come see me in 14 years when you are living off of bananas and nuts and have syphilis and herpes and every other contractible illness. The worst thing happened the other night, he came in at 3 o’clock and was making all this noise and slammed the door at least 10 times and was drunk. Then, I hear him put lotion on his hands (he never uses lotion) and I start hearing this noise. I could not believe it, but the dirty little prick was MASTURBATING while I was in the room! I was so disgusted. I wanted to throw up. What kind of person does that? He knew I was in the room, and it didn’t matter how many times I tossed or coughed, he didn’t stop. I felt like my personal space was violated because I had to hear it. Who knows where he is now, he’ll probably stumble in high and drunk at about 2 in the morning and make noise and throw up. I question how qualified he is to go to school here, I’m talking the top public university in the world and you have people like him here. Someone that was qualified could be learning and making use of their lives instead of him just making mine miserable. Seriously, if you are reading this and I kind of hope you are, go away and leave me the fuck alone.