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The Habitual Liar, Thief and Bitch

March 26, 2013 by TRM

I swear I attract the worst people to live with, and I have thought maybe it’s me but it’s really not. So this girl is all around a filthy, immature, evil dirty little bitch. She purposely pees everywhere, steals, has her boyfriend come over to steal, and creates a mess just b/c she knows it will piss me off. She really thinks other people are supposed to pick up and clean up after her, and if you ask her to do it she will get mad.

Like how dare I ask you to clean your own mess so I don’t have to live in filth?? First of all I shouldn’t have to ask anyone. Yet she continues to create drama and a mess just so she can walk around with a smirk on her face knowing I’m mad about it. Unfortunately, we live in the dorms so there’s nothing anyone can do really besides kick her out and she refused to show up to any of the meetings in fear she will be kicked out. I just can’t wait to finally get my own space and never speak to this girl again. I’ve known her since grade school and I did feel like it was a bit of a bad idea to live with her, but I was really desperate and in a bad situation. Therefore she was my own option, and I cannot regret that more. She’s one of those people who walk around thinking they’re owed everything in life and do not have to work for anything when they can lie and steal. For all of you that have good roommates, consider yourself blessed or lucky. Not all of us get to have that! 🙂

Filed Under: Stories Tagged With: boyfriend, Dirty, Psycho, Slut, Spoiled, Thief, Trash

The stinky, slutty thief

January 4, 2013 by TRM

Throughout high school, I read all these horror stories about bad roommates and wanted to room with someone I knew in College. I had met this one girl through local school events and she seemed nice. We were the same major and had shared many interests and hobbies. (We will call her Shannon). Before college, Shannon and I went shopping together for dorm stuff. I ended up paying for most of everything, plus I continued to buy stuff for our dorm all summer.

When our families moved us in, her mom asked my mom if she needed to buy Shannon anything like toilet paper, ect. We were a little annoyed with the question because they didn’t bring anything like that for us. Anyways, her mom bought a few things and two microwaveable bowls to heat soups and stuff in, one for each of us. I brought my two favorite coffee mugs (not intending for her to use one, but Over the semester, Shannon would make Beefaroni and leave the dirty bowls for weeks. I used one of the bowls once to make cheese dip for BOTH of us. Other than the dip, those bowls grossed me out. When we moved in, we had to sign a “roommate agreement” form. The most important thing we agreed on was to ask before we used each other’s things. She broke this often.

While we were just chilling around the dorm one night, we were talking about our high school life and old friends. She explained how she was a bitch in high school and everyone was afraid of her. She kept going on about how good she felt every time someone called her a bitch. She actually told me this! That’s when I decided that I would do my best to put aside any roommate issues expecting things to be explosive if I ever confronted her. (which things were still explosive towards the end of the semester)

Shannon is a big moocher. Everything of mine was “both of ours” but everything of hers wasn’t anything I could really use. She didn’t bring much of anything both of us could use. During our first week on campus, she ate an entire bag of my goldfish. Normally this wouldn’t be such a big deal, but she brought a jumbo box of goldfish for “both of us” that she kept locked up in her closet. She did things like this on more than one occasion. She always claimed she didn’t eat deserts. I guess an entire pack of fudge cookies doesn’t count as a desert.. I often found a few of my drinks missing from the fridge. Besides food, she used my qtips. I walked in the room a few times to find piles of them on her desk.

In the beginning, her family gave us some cases of water (as did mine). However, her mom also gave her three empty gallon jugs for water because they were not going to continue supplying us with water bottles. My parents kept giving us bottles, which were mostly consumed by Shannon. Every time she was in the room or leaving, she would grab a bottle. (this will be brought up later)

While we were still settling in, she complained about my brown paper bag full of extra toiletries under the bathroom sink. While I was doing laundry one day, she took the liberty of “putting away” the contents of the bag even though I had nowhere to put them. Everything ended up on the floor where the bag was. She always complained that my room was messy. I did often have stuff piled up in a corner between my bed and closet, but you couldn’t really see it from the rest of the room. Meanwhile, Shannon always had a pile of clothes and hangers in the middle of the room. My boyfriend would always comment on her underwear and everything being in the middle of the room. Her clothes stunk too because she only showered about twice a week.

Shannon was also an avid pot smoker. I had smoked once before college and no intention of smoking in college. I am planning on being a teacher and I knew drugs could ruin me. However, Shannon got me to smoke with her. Before we started dating, I had a crush on my boyfriend; when things started to look promising, I quit smoking. She saw how successful I was at quitting, and attempted to quit a few times. We obviously had some issues we needed to talk about. Almost every time I tried to talk to her she was higher than a kite. Thus, we didn’t have the chance to talk about “us” This is about the time I realized she was not a good influence on me. She got me to smoke, I got her to quit.

Once I started dating my boyfriend, she got angry with me often over nothing and claimed it was because she was “coping with not having a boyfriend”.

Shannon is kind of a whore. I don’t know how many times she complained to me how everyone calls her a slut/whore. Yet, she would still go to parties and sleep with random guys. One time, she brought back a guy to the room, sat on her bed, and they both waited for me to fall asleep. I knew what was going on, so I pretended that I could not sleep and he eventually left. I don’t even remember his name.

Shannon doesn’t get along with anybody. Our friends across the hall can’t stand her (we’ll call them Hannah and Heather). The four of us used to be friends, but things changed when she caused problems in Hannah’s relationship with her boyfriend. Long story short: Shannon kept telling the boyfriend things that weren’t true about Hannah. He eventually broke up with her. When Shannon found out they broke up, she confided in me that Hannah did nothing wrong and it was all her fault. She then went on about how “good it felt to have a victim” and how she wished we could all be friends again. Of course Hannah had no interest in fixing their friendship. Heather was pretty disgusted with the whole situation, but she lost interest in Shannon’s “friendship” when Shannon told her that she needed space and was trying to find new friends. We were all confused at what she meant, but Shannon was even more confused when Heather actually gave her space. Shannon kept complaining that she had no friends and that she didn’t know what she would do without me. I felt a little bad and put my feelings aside for her. My boyfriend and Heather’s boyfriend can’t stand Shannon either. They even complain and joke about her! I find this funny, because guys usually stay clear of “girl drama”.

People outside of our “group” aren’t fond of her either. Not many people talked about her to me because I lived with her, but everyone else only had bad things to say about her. The few friends she had she would treat like crap. Not only would she say horrible things behind their backs, she would say mean things to them in person! (She told me she was hoping they would get the message that they were annoying her).

Shannon wasn’t only rude to friends and fellow students, she was rude to both of our parents. She would call her parents with me in the room and badger them. She put them on speaker so they “couldn’t argue back with her”. Instead they just hung up. One time while my parents were dropping off some stuff for us, Shannon was being rude to all three of us. My mom said “Well it looks like you want us to leave” and left. While they were walking down the hall, they could still hear Shannon complaining to me. My mom said something I’d love to mention: She mentioned that Shannon seemed sweet when she first met her, but it’s like she is two people now that she has gotten to know her.

In the words of my boyfriend: “Shannon is a thief”. One day while we were in our room, She handed us a handful of headphone jacks she has collected from the piano lab and told us we could pick one. Among the pile, Caleb found his jack that had gone missing. (Were music majors, and one of our classrooms is full of pianos. We need jacks to plug in our headphones. Shannon would go to class early and take any jacks that were there).

One day a sweet girl in our hall was missing her keys. She emptied her purse in front of her door looking for them, but left to find an RA that could let her back in her room. There was a $20 bill in the pile, and while Shannon and I were on our way to do laundry, Shannon took the $20 and gleefully laughed about it the rest of the day. Shannon also had a ton of jewelry that she claimed she stole from a store called Claire’s. She let me borrow earrings one time and said “if you don’t give them back to me, I’ll just steal another pair”.

— This is not even half of the “horror stories” but this is already pretty long so I’m going to round this up. —

Back to the water bottles: I asked her not to drink so many bottles because our supply was very low and she wasn’t contributing any bottles at all. She tried to say she didn’t drink many and I just kind of dropped it. (I had already made my point so she at least knew she needed to stop drinking so many). That night, she lay in bed next to me and started posting nasty things about me on twitter. She knew I could see her tweets, and I did. Now I’m not one to get into “internet drama”, but verbal communication wasn’t getting through to her; so I tweeted “I’m sick of people mooching off me and my family”and went to sleep. We talked the next day and we both decided that we couldn’t live together.

I am so happy to be rid of her!

Filed Under: Stories Tagged With: boyfriend, Dirty, Drinking, Drug Use, Freshman year, lazy, Psycho, Slut, Spoiled, Thief, Trash

Puppy Crap

October 10, 2012 by TRM

Years ago I lived with two roommates and one of them had a boyfriend who bought her a puppy. This puppy peed and crapped everywhere but they were too busy having frequent noisy sex to clean it up. I was getting ready to leave the country (and this apt.) and had left my job. The boyfriend came by one day when she was at work and erupted in an unbelievable rage AT ME for not cleaning up after the puppy! I left and went to stay with a friend. My roommate never acknowledged that he had been out of line. Of course, she married him and it was a disaster. I just saw her for the first time in 35 years. I realized I never knew what happened to the dog.

Filed Under: Stories Tagged With: Dirty, Slut, Trash

former sorority girl

September 4, 2012 by TRM

One of my roommates was former sorority girl whose boyfriend spent four out of seven nights at our house because it was closer to his office. They would take up the shared bathroom for an hour at a time, leaving me on a couple mornings to wear my glasses to work because they were in the middle of a 45-minute post-coital shower (she was a good Catholic girl who had to scrub off the sin) and I couldn’t get my contacts. That lasted until the day I spent two hours in there. When we told her that he was going to have to pony up utilities money because he was there so often and our water consumption had doubled, she started spouting crocodile tears and a story about her grandmother dying. Then she decided to move out without telling us: We found out when people started calling about the For Rent ad in the paper. And then she decided not to move out. Four months later she moved out again without giving us more than two day’s notice. Also, she didn’t refill the toilet paper roll in the years she was there. Not once.

Filed Under: Stories Tagged With: Dirty, Hoarder, Slut

I had a Prostitute roommate

September 4, 2012 by TRM

I had a Prostitute roommate. I didn’t know she was turning tricks until my roommate, who had a room of her own in the house, overheard a transaction. We then listened for more transactions. Her legit job was at a strip club, repairing costumes. After she offered to “service” both my roommate and I in lieu of rent that month, we asked her to stop turning tricks in the house. She was outraged and called us racists since it was traditional for African American women to use sex to obtain things like dental services (I swear this is true, my roommate, Half African American, disputed her remark). She also introduced me to the smell of Crack Cocaine. Finally, after she had entertained two gentlemen, with her 4 year old son in the room, I threw her out. She threatened me, so I called her Parole Officer and gave him a recording of the phone conversation. She was reintroduced to prison and her Child was given over to her parents.

Filed Under: Stories Tagged With: Dirty, Slut

whoring herself to old men at the Motel 6

August 6, 2012 by TRM

I lived with two girls in a townhouse. One of them lost her job a few months after we moved in and refused to get a job, instead she took handouts from her dad and she made extra money by whoring herself to old men at the Motel 6 in Arlington Heights. But she used the money to buy drugs instead of paying her rent. She started intercepting our utility bills and hiding them. She would disappear for days and neglect her dog, who pissed and shit all over the living room. Eventually I had to install a lock on my door because I found out she was breaking in looking for money and stealing my shit. We asked her on multiple occasions to leave but she refused. My other roommate was so pissed that she broke into her room and urinated all over the bed. Finally we shut off the electricity in the house and that finally got her out.

Filed Under: Stories Tagged With: Drug Use, Psycho, Slut, Thief

Humming a Mariah Carey song

August 6, 2012 by TRM

Junior year, I moved into an apartment with 3 close friends. One turned into a COMPLETE party animal. Her routine consisted of snorting coke for lunch and dinner and then fucking a new guy everyday. The problem is she fucked every guy friend we had. It was insane. It didn’t matter if they had a girlfriend, if she wasn’t attracted to him, she’d fuck them all. It became reeeeally awkward because every guy we knew fucked her. And there were sooo many guys.
She also had a habit of walking around completely nude when we had guests over. I would be in the living room studying with a classmate, and she would walk out naked, humming a Mariah Carey song.

We finally had a house meeting and called her out on everything. She didn’t change her ways, but we cut all ties. It’s weird because prior to that year, she was a completely different person.

Filed Under: Stories Tagged With: Drug Use, Slut, Trash

Memorable birthday

July 23, 2012 by TRM

My freshman year of college, my family came to my dorm room to celebrate my 18th birthday with cake and lots of presents. My dad had been the designated photographer for the afternoon, but he ran out of film right as I was about to blow out my candles (back in the day when people still used film). A My roommate, who was a photography major, immediately handed him a roll so that he wouldn’t miss capturing the special moment. Later that day, he went to have the photos developed, but when he came back he looked as though he had seen a ghost.

“We need to talk,” he said.

Turns out, my roommate had given him an already exposed roll, and when he looked at the photo of his little girl holding up her birthday cake, he also saw naked photos of her boyfriend’s penis double exposed right across my smiling face. This was porn that you couldn’t even try to plan if you tried. I was mortified, my dad was traumatized and my roommate never thought she’d see the day when a photo of her boyfriend’s penis was pointed straight for my mouth diving into a sea of vanilla cake and candles.

Filed Under: Stories Tagged With: Freshman year, Masturbation, Slut

friends NO more

July 17, 2012 by TRM

I invited my long time friend to live with my husband and me after she separated from her physically abusive husband. She lived with us for about a year. She had a healthy sexual appetite and was always coming home with random guys who I’d find in the kitchen the next morning wearing a towel and rummaging through the fridge. After she brought home a steel drum player – and his entire troupe – from the Carnaval parade one year, we finally asked her to leave.

End of friendship. No great loss as far as I’m concerned.

Filed Under: Stories Tagged With: Slut

Bad Nurse

July 17, 2012 by TRM

I was renting from a free-lance Nurse who had a son, two small children, and a ton of “guy friends” I’d come home and on several occasions the front door would be open, or the oven on, etc…
The Nurse was sleeping with 4 different guys and once left her son (who was 8 years old) home alone figuring I’d take care of him.
The last straw was when she invited my lawyer boyfriend and I for a home cooked meal. I went to wash up and when I came back found them making out on the couch. I kicked him out and was moved out by the weekend.

Filed Under: Stories Tagged With: Slut

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