Girl Talk Thursday – Roommates!

They say that you don’t know someone until you’ve lived with them. I don’t know who “They” are but I know they’re definitely right.

I’ve had my share of roommates. Some of them have been a pleasure to live with while some have been a nightmare to live with. It’s super hard when you think you know someone then move in with them to find out they are raving lunatics. I don’t mean raving like ranting I mean raving as in “Let’s dress up like we’re rainbow Brite rejects and eat E all night long while we blast happy hardcore remixes of our favorite 80’s cartoon songs at full volume.” Yeah, that kind of raving.

Back in 2002 I lived in a little apartment near my parent’s house. It was my first apartment of my own since moving out of my ex’s apartment in 98 (which is another story for another time.) The place wasn’t super luxurious or anything. As a mater of fact it bordered on super ghetto status. I lived there by myself for a year before a friend of mine asked me a favor. Her best friend needed a place to stay because shegot kicked out of her boyfriend’s house. I’d known both girls for years and I should have known better but, being the good friend I was i HAD to help.

The chaos started almost immediately. I had to move my things out of the living room so that “she could have a space of her own.” This space was my freaking LIVING ROOM! The place wit hthe TV, stereo and the internet connection (since I wasn’t cool enough to have DSL or cable yet.) It went on from there. All nighters, loud techno music, random people at the house all the time. It just kept going.

Finally when I went on vacation to Illinois with some friends it was the last straw. I kept getting crank called by them because they were high and drunk, probably bored. Talking about how they brought her hamster over and it was pooping everywhere. When I got home from the trip I came home to find my bedroom door locked and the “roommate” in there with some guy…ON MY BED!!. So I was certainly done.

I left the house to run errands after kicking them out of my room (and burning the bedding.) When I came back I brought ALL of my friends and family with me to have a movie night. I came in and turned off their music by stopping the CD player and chucking the CD out the door. i popped in some really sappy chick flick and we all proceeded to get very drunk and talk a whole lot of mess.

They left that night and we thought they wouldn’t be back. I took that point to empty my house of all of their things. I put it all in the garage and told them they could schedule a time with me to pick it up.  They tried to spout all of this Landmark Furum (cult brainwashing BS.) at me and I laughed and continued to watch them load their things into their truck.

I’ve talked to the girl who originally asked me to help her friend a few times since and she’s realized that the situation was never a good idea. I’ve still never been paid for phone bills and things that were broken while they stayed there.

I’ve had other roommates since then, all with their own crazy stories. But I’ll save those for another time. Too much drama in a day can be hazardous to your health!