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I'm 20 and I still live at home, I am moving out after this semester though.
It's just so damn nice living here though, I get all the privacy in the world, get along great with my parents, no rent or utility bills, more than enough food, Ms. Shim loves hanging out with my mom when I'm not around, my Uni is 5 minutes down the road.
wait why the hell am I even going to move out this summer?
because having your own place is awesome?
god, me and my parents fucking hated each other until i moved out and now i'm over there one or two times a week and my brother's over at my place one or time times a week and everyone gets along
Anyway. After he got the car, he told our other roommate and I we weren't allowed to park on the street in front of the house because "It would detract from people looking at his car.
Haha, that's so terrible. If he cared that much he wouldn't have fucked the car up so much.
Unfortunately I wouldn't have my own place exactly, I'll be sharing a 3 bed rm house with my brother, but that's cool too because he's an awesome cook and I can't make anything but toast, eggs, and ramen.
My best roommates were these two gay dudes I lived with for two years in college. Seriously, they were so pretty and always had hot girls over and introduced me to the glory of Lifetime channel (The Nanny, Golden Girls, lifetime original movies) and cooked amazing and brought me to all the hottest night clubs in philly and gave the best advice and were always there for me. I loved those guys so much.
See, it should be mandatory to have gay friends. They are wonderful and always make me smile.
Yeah, I'm sure there are ugly, anti-social gay dudes out there, but I've never actually met any. I guess they stay in a lot or something. So the gays are tops in my book of people groups, hands down.
I was in the honor dorm and was blessed with a suite setup so it was a bedroom with 2 people that shared the bathroom/living room area with another 2 people whose bedroom was on the other side of the living room.
My roommate and I both had girlfriends so that meant we could always just go to their room. But mainly if one of us was in the bedroom the other could just go hang in the living room. We got along great and hung out sometimes but we wouldn't have been friend if it wasn't for being roommates
Generally though we didn't mind since if I was in the bedroom I was either sleeping or on my computer with headphones and either way he could do whatever he wanted and it wouldn't bother me a bit.
Anyway. After he got the car, he told our other roommate and I we weren't allowed to park on the street in front of the house because "It would detract from people looking at his car.
Haha, that's so terrible. If he cared that much he wouldn't have fucked the car up so much.
Sounds like the kind of guy that just can't help fucking everything up.
I'm 20 and I still live at home, I am moving out after this semester though.
It's just so damn nice living here though, I get all the privacy in the world, get along great with my parents, no rent or utility bills, more than enough food, Ms. Shim loves hanging out with my mom when I'm not around, my Uni is 5 minutes down the road.
wait why the hell am I even going to move out this summer?
because having your own place is awesome?
god, me and my parents fucking hated each other until i moved out and now i'm over there one or two times a week and my brother's over at my place one or time times a week and everyone gets along
It's true. I used to hate my parents too but when you don't live with them getting along is about 100 times easier.
Unfortunately I wouldn't have my own place exactly, I'll be sharing a 3 bed rm house with my brother, but that's cool too because he's an awesome cook and I can't make anything but toast, eggs, and ramen.
you're sharing a three bedroom with your brother who cooks
yes, i think that is a good plan
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Sara LynnI can handle myself.Registered Userregular
I walked in on my college roomate cooking some unknown substance which i've since been told was probably meth on butter knives over our stove numerous times...which wouldnt have been that bad except the fucker ruined all my butter knives...and he stole my kettle when he moved out..i loved that kettle
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Unfortunately I wouldn't have my own place exactly, I'll be sharing a 3 bed rm house with my brother, but that's cool too because he's an awesome cook and I can't make anything but toast, eggs, and ramen.
you're sharing a three bedroom with your brother who cooks
yes, i think that is a good plan
Yeah, I was pretty glad when he asked me.
Another plus is, it's technically our parents' house. But it's across town, they just own it. They own a ton of rental houses. So.. we wouldn't pay rent, just utilities in this case.
Yeah now that I think about it, it sounds much better than how I was thinking about it in my previous post.
I've only had two roommates but they've both completely jived with my personality and we're great friends
Also it helps that they're not assholes
redeemer you're ruining the thread
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Sara LynnI can handle myself.Registered Userregular
edited February 2007
WHY DID I CLICK. Oh god.
(atm I'm trying to convince my roomie to accept the invite to hang out with some friends.. but they're guys.. so naturally she's afraid of her bf, even if she won't say it. I MUST TRY.)
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SheriResident FlufferMy Living RoomRegistered Userregular
(atm I'm trying to convince my roomie to accept the invite to hang out with some friends.. but they're guys.. so naturally she's afraid of her bf, even if she won't say it. I MUST TRY.)
Tell her that they'll have lots of pink Disney shit for her to play with.
Three friends of mine. I found the place in Vancouver, and set it up for them to move in. I headed down on my own on the first of the month, but when I went to the house, they had not yet arrived, and they had the keys and everything. So I had to get a cab and go stay with my grandma, for a week. I called their numbers, I called their friends, and explained the situation. After a week they called me, and asked where I was, because they had been there for a week. *sigh*
Since I was the "last to get there", I got stuck with the room next to the furnace room, the one with all the staples around the windows, two heat vents, and six electrical outlets (gee, what was THAT room?) It was also the smallest.
For three months, they basically got stoned and played Tetris, while I did yard work to improve the house. The chore plan was "let it pile up until Topper does it". I fought back by not doing the dishes for a week one time. A roast half-chicken sat in an oven-pot for a week on the counter, until the gasses built up to the point that is actually forced some of the nasty inside out. They got mad at me for not cleaning it sooner (I didn't even eat any of it, it wasn't mine).
At one point I got locked into a pretty bad series of seizures, and didn't come out of my room from Tuesday night until Thursday morning, because I couldn't get off the floor. Thanks to the weather turning cold, they cranked up the thermostat, so the furnace was on the whole time, and it was about 38 degrees in my room (~100 for you Yankees). Not one of them thought to check my room, they thought I had "gone out". When I recovered my senses enough to open the door to get outside, I had lost almost five pounds and needed almost five bottles of Gatorade to get whatever it was in my system back up to a level where I could stand unassisted.
Then one day, they told me they were moving out and getting a three-bedroom place for just them, because they hated the house. I had to pack up, and move back home (five hours away), and I didn't get my damage deposit back.
Well, the closure on the shit-covered housemate story is that she eventually got institutionalised, then died when she smashed open a candy machine and ate her way into a diabetic coma.
Unfortunately I wouldn't have my own place exactly, I'll be sharing a 3 bed rm house with my brother, but that's cool too because he's an awesome cook and I can't make anything but toast, eggs, and ramen.
you're sharing a three bedroom with your brother who cooks
yes, i think that is a good plan
Yeah, I was pretty glad when he asked me.
Another plus is, it's technically our parents' house. But it's across town, they just own it. They own a ton of rental houses. So.. we wouldn't pay rent, just utilities in this case.
Yeah now that I think about it, it sounds much better than how I was thinking about it in my previous post.
shimsham i want you to know that i think you're a nice guy but i sort of hate you now
nothing personal you understand
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SheriResident FlufferMy Living RoomRegistered Userregular
edited February 2007
Hey Sara
If you're not doing anything tonight, you should swing by the Commonplace between 7 and 9. My friend Erin's sorority (non-alcoholic service sorority) is doing a crochet night there and I'm totally gonna learn how to make scarves and shit.
If you're not doing anything tonight, you should swing by the Commonplace between 7 and 9. My friend Erin's sorority (non-alcoholic service sorority) is doing a crochet night there and I'm totally gonna learn how to make scarves and shit.
So, coffee and crochet and stuff.
Also, I'm gonna dye my hair tonight whoo!
I have class from 6-9, but maybe she'll cancel it. I'm debating whether to go vcause it's gonna be so cold, I'll hafta see.
I've always wanted to learn how to crochet/knit though. I'd skip for you, Sheri! I'll get notes off my gay.
Unfortunately I wouldn't have my own place exactly, I'll be sharing a 3 bed rm house with my brother, but that's cool too because he's an awesome cook and I can't make anything but toast, eggs, and ramen.
you're sharing a three bedroom with your brother who cooks
yes, i think that is a good plan
Yeah, I was pretty glad when he asked me.
Another plus is, it's technically our parents' house. But it's across town, they just own it. They own a ton of rental houses. So.. we wouldn't pay rent, just utilities in this case.
Yeah now that I think about it, it sounds much better than how I was thinking about it in my previous post.
shimsham i want you to know that i think you're a nice guy but i sort of hate you now
nothing personal you understand
Yeah I realize it's an unrealistically lucky deal for me.
Years ago my dad started buying old beat up houses around the University here and then our whole family would fix them up real nice over the course of a few months (on weekends) and rent them out.
Turned out to be a surprisingly awesome business decision.
I made an H/A thread about my former roommate last year. The fat white fuck constantly smelled like a moist, fungus-ridden armpit, showered once every two or three days, and did his laundry once a month (he just kept rotating what few shirts and jeans he had).
Three different girls refused to come into my room. Lysol air freshener, Febreze, and general odor-nullifyers did jack shit. I ended up putting a glade plug-in underneath his bed, while blatantly telling him "You smell like a goddamn anus". He would spend days at a time just sitting at his computer, playing pirated games, only stopping to eat a shit ton of food.
He was also an angry drunk, and would frequently get drunk by himself with this bottle of tequila he had managed to steal somehow. He challenged me and another guy to boxing matches on separate occasions, got his ass handed to him both times. One time, he was wandering around drunk one night, and a girl on our floor was walking in the same direction as he was. She held the door to the floor open for him out of general courtesy, at which point he just fucking lost it. He screamed "I CAN FUCKING DO IT, WHY DO YOU THINK IM INCOMPETENT" at her.
He failed the requisite core freshman class two years in a row, and dropped out this quarter.
My current roommate is the exact opposite, this year's living situation is ideal for me.
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because having your own place is awesome?
god, me and my parents fucking hated each other until i moved out and now i'm over there one or two times a week and my brother's over at my place one or time times a week and everyone gets along
we are slobs, we are sarcastic assholes, we don't really do much outside of the apartment...but we get along so well.
what i'm saying is, if anyone else had to live with either one of us, people would die.
Fuck, it is.
I just walked from Cogswell to my room to Pechan and, since the wait was TWO FUCKING HOURS, I then walked back to my room again.
Fuck that.
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Haha, that's so terrible. If he cared that much he wouldn't have fucked the car up so much.
Yeah, I'm sure there are ugly, anti-social gay dudes out there, but I've never actually met any. I guess they stay in a lot or something. So the gays are tops in my book of people groups, hands down.
They also broke my "Where the Wild Things Are" figure set.
My roommate and I both had girlfriends so that meant we could always just go to their room. But mainly if one of us was in the bedroom the other could just go hang in the living room. We got along great and hung out sometimes but we wouldn't have been friend if it wasn't for being roommates
Generally though we didn't mind since if I was in the bedroom I was either sleeping or on my computer with headphones and either way he could do whatever he wanted and it wouldn't bother me a bit.
Sounds like the kind of guy that just can't help fucking everything up.
It's true. I used to hate my parents too but when you don't live with them getting along is about 100 times easier.
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(WITNESS THE FECES!)
you're sharing a three bedroom with your brother who cooks
yes, i think that is a good plan
Fucking heinous.
oh lord I'm scared
Do I click it?
Also it helps that they're not assholes
I did. It's loading.
Do I dare switch tabs?
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Another plus is, it's technically our parents' house. But it's across town, they just own it. They own a ton of rental houses. So.. we wouldn't pay rent, just utilities in this case.
Yeah now that I think about it, it sounds much better than how I was thinking about it in my previous post.
redeemer you're ruining the thread
(atm I'm trying to convince my roomie to accept the invite to hang out with some friends.. but they're guys.. so naturally she's afraid of her bf, even if she won't say it. I MUST TRY.)
Tell her that they'll have lots of pink Disney shit for her to play with.
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blargh
what
if you're that fat, stop fucking eating
goddammit, world
Since I was the "last to get there", I got stuck with the room next to the furnace room, the one with all the staples around the windows, two heat vents, and six electrical outlets (gee, what was THAT room?) It was also the smallest.
For three months, they basically got stoned and played Tetris, while I did yard work to improve the house. The chore plan was "let it pile up until Topper does it". I fought back by not doing the dishes for a week one time. A roast half-chicken sat in an oven-pot for a week on the counter, until the gasses built up to the point that is actually forced some of the nasty inside out. They got mad at me for not cleaning it sooner (I didn't even eat any of it, it wasn't mine).
At one point I got locked into a pretty bad series of seizures, and didn't come out of my room from Tuesday night until Thursday morning, because I couldn't get off the floor. Thanks to the weather turning cold, they cranked up the thermostat, so the furnace was on the whole time, and it was about 38 degrees in my room (~100 for you Yankees). Not one of them thought to check my room, they thought I had "gone out". When I recovered my senses enough to open the door to get outside, I had lost almost five pounds and needed almost five bottles of Gatorade to get whatever it was in my system back up to a level where I could stand unassisted.
Then one day, they told me they were moving out and getting a three-bedroom place for just them, because they hated the house. I had to pack up, and move back home (five hours away), and I didn't get my damage deposit back.
Dismayed By Humanity Since 1992.
a quick once over and i'm terrified
jesus i would have harpooned that bitch
shimsham i want you to know that i think you're a nice guy but i sort of hate you now
nothing personal you understand
If you're not doing anything tonight, you should swing by the Commonplace between 7 and 9. My friend Erin's sorority (non-alcoholic service sorority) is doing a crochet night there and I'm totally gonna learn how to make scarves and shit.
So, coffee and crochet and stuff.
Also, I'm gonna dye my hair tonight whoo!
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Shit
That's nasty.
I mean literally, shit.
Yeah why did I click that. I just had tacos for lunch too.
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Thus answering the question of how do fat people wipe their ass.
Anywhere they can
Cup Noodles.
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I have class from 6-9, but maybe she'll cancel it.
I've always wanted to learn how to crochet/knit though. I'd skip for you, Sheri! I'll get notes off my gay.
Years ago my dad started buying old beat up houses around the University here and then our whole family would fix them up real nice over the course of a few months (on weekends) and rent them out.
Turned out to be a surprisingly awesome business decision.
Three different girls refused to come into my room. Lysol air freshener, Febreze, and general odor-nullifyers did jack shit. I ended up putting a glade plug-in underneath his bed, while blatantly telling him "You smell like a goddamn anus". He would spend days at a time just sitting at his computer, playing pirated games, only stopping to eat a shit ton of food.
He was also an angry drunk, and would frequently get drunk by himself with this bottle of tequila he had managed to steal somehow. He challenged me and another guy to boxing matches on separate occasions, got his ass handed to him both times. One time, he was wandering around drunk one night, and a girl on our floor was walking in the same direction as he was. She held the door to the floor open for him out of general courtesy, at which point he just fucking lost it. He screamed "I CAN FUCKING DO IT, WHY DO YOU THINK IM INCOMPETENT" at her.
He failed the requisite core freshman class two years in a row, and dropped out this quarter.
My current roommate is the exact opposite, this year's living situation is ideal for me.