Roommate Rant » inconsiderate

you’re f*cking loud.

anonymous — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 23:12:36 +0000

yes. you’re loud. i’ve tried talking to you about it, but to no avail.

everything you do is loud. when you are awake in the house, there is no sleeping. if you are awake, everyone must be awake. you are a raging bull. why must you make a meal at 90 decibels? why must you slam EVERYTHING? why must you hit your spoon against the pot all the time? does hitting it make it taste better?

can you do anything quietly? yesterday, you came home after going grocery shopping. the process of you putting away your groceries made it impossible to hear the TV in the next room.

even walking across the living room is a distraction, with your gigantic set of keys swinging back and forth on your belt loop, dozens of plastic bags flying through the air as you carry them, hard cowboy boot heels slamming on the wood floor HARD, because, yunno, you’re hugely overweight.

and your loud-ass friends. these are the same friends who once, at 5:23 AM, woke me up by screaming, yelling, laughing, and barking back and forth to each other. AT 5:23 AM. WTF? when i asked you to please keep it down because, yunno, THE SUN WASN’T EVEN UP YET, you both just looked at me like deer in headlights. what? you want to sleep at this hour? oh, we had no idea how obnoxiously loud we were being! WHOOPS!

do you notice that whenever you come home with them, i instantly close my door? does that not send up a red flag to you? guess not.

it’s easy to bring up individual instances to you and say, "hey, could you please not do that?" like blasting black sabbath when you come home from work at 11:30 PM, or waking me up my hammering at 8 AM. but how do you tell someone that they’re just loud in general? like, "hey, could you please just turn your entire life down by like, 3 notches? cause you’re really driving me crazy."

Good Lord, You’re the Most Disgusting Person I’ve Ever Met.

sachatemachine — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 02:45:10 +0000

Man, I let you live in my house for six months rent free because you were going through a hard time. I let you use my spare bed, and when my ex left and she took MY bed, you didn’t offer to help me out, I had to just go buy another one!

Couple that with the fact that the room that you now pay only $400 is a fucking pig sty 90% of the time, you rarely do laundry, only when I ask you to because we can smell your clothes in the hallway and in our kitchen.

I went into your room and found the sheets on the bed BLEACHED OUT from your god-damned sweat. You wiped SNOT all over the side of the bed I LOANED you. The toilet was covered in caked-on shit. I took pictures to work, just so my co-workers would believe the shit I say about you, because frankly, without pictures, even I wouldn’t.

Also, you think it’s OK to use ANY of my stuff, hell, I can’t remember the last time I sat at MY desk, because you decided one day to park YOUR computer on it.

Hell, I asked for something back that I loaned you today and you acted like you didn’t even remember what I loaned out to you. You’ve never ONCE thanked me for anything I’ve done for you.

When I cook dinner, you eat it. Those leftovers are for my damned lunch, ever think of that?

You’ve lived here over a year and have prepared/bought dinner less than five times.

You never hang out in your room because it’s too filthy, so I get to come home to Del Taco bags, empty soda cups, and other various forms of trash on my coffee table, just to find you playing WoW or facebooking… ON MY DESK THAT YOU COULDN’T CLUTTER UP BECAUSE IT’D INCONVENIENCE YOU TO LET CHORES GET IN THE WAY OF YOUR INTERNET.

You’re always late on bills and rent, and you’re ALWAYS blowing your money on junk, you get tons of video games and toys, but can never pay for the shit that MATTERS, how about paying your parking tickets? Buying car insurance? SAVING UP TO MOVE OUT?

You act like the world owes you something, like someone should hand hold you through life. It’s pathetic and sad, I’ve tried to be a good friend and help you out of the shit you’ve been in, but you won’t help yourself, and you’ve pretty much killed our friendship.

It’s sad that you couldn’t take the opportunity I handed you to become a better person, but you’re killin’ me.

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.

whadda fuck

admin — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 02:21:39 +0000

Seriously whadda fuck, i have been sick for 2 days now and you brought in some of your notouriously stanky food… I had to run to the bathroom and vomit. I feel like absolute shit and you triggered it. Also those dogtags look especially gay on you, which is ironic because you are obviously too gay for the military. Oh and you just came by to drop of the nasty smelling food and leave, I dont know if i can handle this. Thats another one of your wonderful qualities. You love stoping by the room all the time, sometimes you stay for forever and sometimes your out real quick. There are a few things I hate about you coming into the room. First and foremost, you always know the PERFECT time to open the door and block my cock. Speaking of cock I heard your was on the small side of the spectrum, sorry you had to experience that baby. Another thing I hate about when your in the room, you love to leave the door open, turn on all your lights, turn on your/my fans and occasionally open your window; and you love doing this no matter how long you grace us with your precence. I don’t think you have ever once turned off your lights or fan, or even shut your window for that matter. This leads me to wake up cold, in a drafty room with all the lights on, at 2:00am. When you inevitably cock block me you love to leave the fans and lights on, door open just a little bit, so we can’t see out, and then go to the bathroom. That makes me have to wait… then put on cloths, go check to see if you left or are still in the bathroom, then run around the room fixing everything. I honestly think he thrives on killing the mood. As an aside, let me just say that he makes his girlfriend walk all the way to our room from another building to get a condom, by herself. Now that he is gone im going to investigate the stank. Its some nasty ass cheese, obviously. I almost vomited again when i opened his fridge, which im surprised isn’t locked because he has a ‘dorm vault’ bolted to his bed to keep all his valuables. As much as I hate to say it, your such a damn jew. Saying that feels racist because your actually jewish, but thats beside the point. Every single transaction that has ever occured between us, you jewed me.