I soak all my dishes and then rinse em and leave em to dry but I live alone and the only lass who ever comes around lives in a right state so can't say anything
I also listen to happy hardcore all the time at home and dance around my kitchen while I cook because nobody can stop me (even if @Darth Waiter might want to!)
One of my former roommates basically stopped paying rent and was actually unemployed for a while. I think I'd ended up covering almost $6000 for him by the time I moved out. You'd think because he didn't have money he'd've gone out of his way to help out around the apartment, but he never really cleaned up after himself either. I think I'd take the strangers having sex situation in a heartbeat, so long as that dude paid his share of the rent and did dishes once in a while.
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HacksawJ. Duggan Esq.Wrestler at LawRegistered Userregular
He didn't do dishes, and neither of us paid rent. It was On Campus housing.
Also from time to time he'd let people stay with us for days or weeks on end, never letting me know ahead of time what the deal was. One of them was a Reformed Juggalo. It was exactly as bad as you think it was.
Please tell me that you told the Juggalo to Fay-go away
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HacksawJ. Duggan Esq.Wrestler at LawRegistered Userregular
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I wish I'd been that creative. There's a reason I spent the majority of my college experience halfway down a bottle, and that roommate was one of many contributing factors.
EDIT: I should say, at least the Reformed Juggalo was fairly polite. He actually bothered to do the dishes, unlike someone.
Guys, I am the worst person to live with. It's me. After two weeks you'd all want to put me in the cold, hard earth after which you would want to kill my family to remove the genetic taint from the species. (They're much nicer though! Leave 'em alone, you hypothetical and hyperbolic murderers.)
Well, I pay rent on time and such, but left to my own devices, I'm a study in entropy and decay.
Guys, I am the worst person to live with. It's me. After two weeks you'd all want to put me in the cold, hard earth after which you would want to kill my family to remove the genetic taint from the species. (They're much nicer though! Leave 'em alone, you hypothetical and hyperbolic murderers.)
Well, I pay rent on time and such, but left to my own devices, I'm a study in entropy and decay.
I don't know who told you I'm a murderer, but they'll learn to keep their mouth shut!
I am probably not the worst person to live with
As I will clean up after myself clean the house wash my clothes dishes used and so on as I thought it was a given
alas from the tales I have heard I know it's not so
I wish I'd been that creative. There's a reason I spent the majority of my college experience halfway down a bottle, and that roommate was one of many contributing factors.
EDIT: I should say, at least the Reformed Juggalo was fairly polite. He actually bothered to do the dishes, unlike someone.
If not for the constant threat of death by alcohol poisoning, you and I would make amazing roommates.
Like, we'd get along so well that people would just naturally assume we were a couple.
"Today - 4:44pm
Hey there, I'm ...
Look, you will forever be able to laugh in my face for whatever I say here, but I believe potential relationships with other people should only ever get better, not worse. So, if I start on a low note, it can only get better. If you don't mind, I shall begin by telling you the worst joke that I know.
What's brown and sticky?
A stick!
Anyway, fancy grabbing a drink sometime?"
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HacksawJ. Duggan Esq.Wrestler at LawRegistered Userregular
I wish I'd been that creative. There's a reason I spent the majority of my college experience halfway down a bottle, and that roommate was one of many contributing factors.
EDIT: I should say, at least the Reformed Juggalo was fairly polite. He actually bothered to do the dishes, unlike someone.
If not for the constant threat of death by alcohol poisoning, you and I would make amazing roommates.
Like, we'd get along so well that people would just naturally assume we were a couple.
Honestly it is just really unfair that neither one of us is at least bisexual.
That is the kind of message that usually leads to a lot more messages about how 'you're a stuck up bitch who couldn't appreciate a real man' if you never respond, or if you respond in a negative fashion
I wish I'd been that creative. There's a reason I spent the majority of my college experience halfway down a bottle, and that roommate was one of many contributing factors.
EDIT: I should say, at least the Reformed Juggalo was fairly polite. He actually bothered to do the dishes, unlike someone.
If not for the constant threat of death by alcohol poisoning, you and I would make amazing roommates.
Like, we'd get along so well that people would just naturally assume we were a couple.
Honestly it is just really unfair that neither one of us is at least bisexual.
We would really be the most annoying gay couple, just the worst.
"Today - 4:44pm
Hey there, I'm ...
Look, you will forever be able to laugh in my face for whatever I say here, but I believe potential relationships with other people should only ever get better, not worse. So, if I start on a low note, it can only get better. If you don't mind, I shall begin by telling you the worst joke that I know.
What's brown and sticky?
A stick!
Anyway, fancy grabbing a drink sometime?"
He's not starting strong, but he's also not the raging jackass from which you usually receive messages. At worst, he's a completely normal dude with a goofy sense of humor.
Just, lead with the damn stupid joke. Don't precede it with the whatever that is--attempt at self-deprecation? If you are going message someone on a dating site with a bad joke, you goddamn better well commit to that joke.
Yeah it's trying to have it both ways - be the person who enjoys a stupid joke, but also distance yourself from it in case they don't think it's funny.
Don't get me wrong, he seems like a much better dude than 90% of those messaging Ang.
When I get emails from okc it only shows the start of messages so I got ""Today - 4:44pm
Hey there, I'm ...
Look, you will forever be able to laugh in my face for whatever I say here, but" and I was slightly worried.
I wish I'd been that creative. There's a reason I spent the majority of my college experience halfway down a bottle, and that roommate was one of many contributing factors.
EDIT: I should say, at least the Reformed Juggalo was fairly polite. He actually bothered to do the dishes, unlike someone.
If not for the constant threat of death by alcohol poisoning, you and I would make amazing roommates.
Like, we'd get along so well that people would just naturally assume we were a couple.
Honestly it is just really unfair that neither one of us is at least bisexual.
We would really be the most annoying gay couple, just the worst.
I'd be the one who wears sweater vests everywhere and names our cats after drag queens.
You'd be the one who passes for straight and has a conspicuous amount of hetero girl-friends who constantly complain that they can't find someone as nice as charming as you.
We'd live in a medium-to-large one or two bedroom condo in one of Seattle or Austin's gayborhoods and have generally spartan interior decoration but an absolutely massive entertainment center and bar for when we throw cocktail parties that are the talk of the block.
Just, lead with the damn stupid joke. Don't precede it with the whatever that is--attempt at self-deprecation? If you are going message someone on a dating site with a bad joke, you goddamn better well commit to that joke.
Yeah, it's like the beginning efforts of the lead actor in a rom-com. What'll be amusing is if he turns out to be a diamond in the rough. He's probably not, but it's funny to imagine him as some sort of John Cusack analogue.
I wish I'd been that creative. There's a reason I spent the majority of my college experience halfway down a bottle, and that roommate was one of many contributing factors.
EDIT: I should say, at least the Reformed Juggalo was fairly polite. He actually bothered to do the dishes, unlike someone.
If not for the constant threat of death by alcohol poisoning, you and I would make amazing roommates.
Like, we'd get along so well that people would just naturally assume we were a couple.
Honestly it is just really unfair that neither one of us is at least bisexual.
We would really be the most annoying gay couple, just the worst.
I'd be the one who wears sweater vests everywhere and names our cats after drag queens.
You'd be the one who passes for straight and has a conspicuous amount of hetero girl-friends who constantly complain that they can't find someone as nice as charming as you.
We'd live in a medium-to-large one or two bedroom condo in one of Seattle or Austin's gayborhoods and have generally spartan interior decoration but an absolutely massive entertainment center and bar for when we throw cocktail parties that are the talk of the block.
I think it went... Okay? Like, I seemed to actually know what to do and recognized what was happening as things progressed. That was reassuring.
The coffee shop also had live music, and as that started, he moved his chair closer to me, held my hand, kinda touched my hair a couple of times. That sort of thing. Then he walked me to my car and kissed me twice. (The first time was super awkward, second time was kind of less so.)
Conversation was good. He's the kind of guy I'd probably want to be friends with. Funny, smart, similarish interests.
The physical stuff what's freaking me out. This was literally my first date, first time doing anything even slightly physical with a guy. It wasn't bad, but I didn't really feel anything positive either.
The way I see it, there are three possible explanations for why that was- I'm asexual heteroromantic, I just wasn't attracted to this one guy, and/or my anxiety prevented me from feeling anything other than anxiety. (I was extraordinarily nervous the entire time and had a panic attack after the date that's just going away now.)
Ugh. When it comes to feelings, I like it when things are black-and-white. This is some kind of weird gray area I wasn't even planning on dealing with for another two years!
If you are that nervous you might wanna stay out of the game for now. You might find if you focus on improving general social activity, you won't be as nervous when you go back to the dating world.
It's really only the physical stuff. I was pretty OK when it was just talking.
We're both going to the writer's group today. If we wind up doing anything else, I'm going to make a point of saying since I'm so new at this (which I did stammer something about after kiss #1,) I don't want to do anything past that until I get used to it, & if he's not OK with sticking at that, I understand and won't be upset.
When I get emails from okc it only shows the start of messages so I got ""Today - 4:44pm
Hey there, I'm ...
Look, you will forever be able to laugh in my face for whatever I say here, but" and I was slightly worried.
I was 100% expecting that sentence to be followed by a sad cock pic
I think it went... Okay? Like, I seemed to actually know what to do and recognized what was happening as things progressed. That was reassuring.
The coffee shop also had live music, and as that started, he moved his chair closer to me, held my hand, kinda touched my hair a couple of times. That sort of thing. Then he walked me to my car and kissed me twice. (The first time was super awkward, second time was kind of less so.)
Conversation was good. He's the kind of guy I'd probably want to be friends with. Funny, smart, similarish interests.
The physical stuff what's freaking me out. This was literally my first date, first time doing anything even slightly physical with a guy. It wasn't bad, but I didn't really feel anything positive either.
The way I see it, there are three possible explanations for why that was- I'm asexual heteroromantic, I just wasn't attracted to this one guy, and/or my anxiety prevented me from feeling anything other than anxiety. (I was extraordinarily nervous the entire time and had a panic attack after the date that's just going away now.)
Ugh. When it comes to feelings, I like it when things are black-and-white. This is some kind of weird gray area I wasn't even planning on dealing with for another two years!
If you are that nervous you might wanna stay out of the game for now. You might find if you focus on improving general social activity, you won't be as nervous when you go back to the dating world.
It's really only the physical stuff. I was pretty OK when it was just talking.
We're both going to the writer's group today. If we wind up doing anything else, I'm going to make a point of saying since I'm so new at this (which I did stammer something about after kiss #1,) I don't want to do anything past that until I get used to it, & if he's not OK with sticking at that, I understand and won't be upset.
I went to a Writer's Group on a date once. She said if I came up with something really good she'd make love to me. I got so nervous I couldn't write anything down.
When I get emails from okc it only shows the start of messages so I got ""Today - 4:44pm
Hey there, I'm ...
Look, you will forever be able to laugh in my face for whatever I say here, but" and I was slightly worried.
I was 100% expecting that sentence to be followed by a sad cock pic
Yet another reason I will never use online dating; ladies are so accustomed to dick pics that if I showed a picture of myself camping or fishing, the first thought would be, "he is a serial killer and he wants to wear my skin."
When I get emails from okc it only shows the start of messages so I got ""Today - 4:44pm
Hey there, I'm ...
Look, you will forever be able to laugh in my face for whatever I say here, but" and I was slightly worried.
I was 100% expecting that sentence to be followed by a sad cock pic
Yet another reason I will never use online dating; ladies are so accustomed to dick pics that if I showed a picture of myself camping or fishing, the first thought would be, "he is a serial killer and he wants to wear my skin."
I think thats cool, but I like to march about in the yonder wilds sooo.
When I get emails from okc it only shows the start of messages so I got ""Today - 4:44pm
Hey there, I'm ...
Look, you will forever be able to laugh in my face for whatever I say here, but" and I was slightly worried.
I was 100% expecting that sentence to be followed by a sad cock pic
Yet another reason I will never use online dating; ladies are so accustomed to dick pics that if I showed a picture of myself camping or fishing, the first thought would be, "he is a serial killer and he wants to wear my skin."
I think thats cool, but I like to march about in the yonder wilds sooo.
Don't ever change, Liiya, not for anyone or anything.
My workplace is on the outskirts of town and next to it is just open farmland. There are mornings where I contemplate just picking a direction and walking. Wandering from field to field, living among the corn and the cows. It'd be nice, I think.
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I also listen to happy hardcore all the time at home and dance around my kitchen while I cook because nobody can stop me (even if @Darth Waiter might want to!)
fuck but I love owning my own place!
My roommate was... well, not the worst, but definitely not the best.
Also from time to time he'd let people stay with us for days or weeks on end, never letting me know ahead of time what the deal was. One of them was a Reformed Juggalo. It was exactly as bad as you think it was.
EDIT: I should say, at least the Reformed Juggalo was fairly polite. He actually bothered to do the dishes, unlike someone.
Well, I pay rent on time and such, but left to my own devices, I'm a study in entropy and decay.
I don't know who told you I'm a murderer, but they'll learn to keep their mouth shut!
As I will clean up after myself clean the house wash my clothes dishes used and so on as I thought it was a given
alas from the tales I have heard I know it's not so
I've had the same thought
If not for the constant threat of death by alcohol poisoning, you and I would make amazing roommates.
Like, we'd get along so well that people would just naturally assume we were a couple.
Hey there, I'm ...
Look, you will forever be able to laugh in my face for whatever I say here, but I believe potential relationships with other people should only ever get better, not worse. So, if I start on a low note, it can only get better. If you don't mind, I shall begin by telling you the worst joke that I know.
What's brown and sticky?
A stick!
Anyway, fancy grabbing a drink sometime?"
Honestly it is just really unfair that neither one of us is at least bisexual.
He doesn't seem to have considered that one sure-fire way of improving a relationship that started badly is to never talk to the person again.
let's be honest that could have gone much worse
We would really be the most annoying gay couple, just the worst.
He's not starting strong, but he's also not the raging jackass from which you usually receive messages. At worst, he's a completely normal dude with a goofy sense of humor.
Don't get me wrong, he seems like a much better dude than 90% of those messaging Ang.
When I get emails from okc it only shows the start of messages so I got ""Today - 4:44pm
Hey there, I'm ...
Look, you will forever be able to laugh in my face for whatever I say here, but" and I was slightly worried.
snort
I'd be the one who wears sweater vests everywhere and names our cats after drag queens.
You'd be the one who passes for straight and has a conspicuous amount of hetero girl-friends who constantly complain that they can't find someone as nice as charming as you.
We'd live in a medium-to-large one or two bedroom condo in one of Seattle or Austin's gayborhoods and have generally spartan interior decoration but an absolutely massive entertainment center and bar for when we throw cocktail parties that are the talk of the block.
Yeah, it's like the beginning efforts of the lead actor in a rom-com. What'll be amusing is if he turns out to be a diamond in the rough. He's probably not, but it's funny to imagine him as some sort of John Cusack analogue.
That honestly sounds like heaven.
It's really only the physical stuff. I was pretty OK when it was just talking.
We're both going to the writer's group today. If we wind up doing anything else, I'm going to make a point of saying since I'm so new at this (which I did stammer something about after kiss #1,) I don't want to do anything past that until I get used to it, & if he's not OK with sticking at that, I understand and won't be upset.
I was 100% expecting that sentence to be followed by a sad cock pic
I went to a Writer's Group on a date once. She said if I came up with something really good she'd make love to me. I got so nervous I couldn't write anything down.
I got Writer's Cock-Blocked.
Yet another reason I will never use online dating; ladies are so accustomed to dick pics that if I showed a picture of myself camping or fishing, the first thought would be, "he is a serial killer and he wants to wear my skin."
I think thats cool, but I like to march about in the yonder wilds sooo.
Don't ever change, Liiya, not for anyone or anything.
bit windy
nice though
I imagine Liiyas are more northern ish though. More Picts hiding in the bushes.
This.