My first ever roommate was this rich spoiled little (4’11) stalker whom I (sadly) agreed to be roommates with my sophomore year of college and we found a nice little house. I don’t know why I didn't listen to all the people who told me I was crazy and idiotic, but I was still addicted to WoW my freshman year and figured I’d be this ugly little rats (she looks like a rat. I swear.) BFF when everyone else hated her. I was nineteen at the time, hated almost all people who made contact with me and just wanted to get housing done with and continue raiding. She was a few months older, had never left her home for more than a few days prior to college, and had decided to uproot herself from the most amazing state in the US; Sunny Cali (as she states it is anyway) and come to my college to study…Biology. Noble degree, if I say so myself. Same major as myself. One thing in common; what can go wrong, right?
From the moment she arrived, she would not do housework. She was a rich kid who’d had maids all her life, and she literally did not understand why work had to be done to keep a house clean. I had to pick up after her, wash her dishes, and vacuum the floor every day (she tracked in these needle things from the lawn every time she went out). Not only that, but she also had a giant hideous dog that shed and SHAT EVERYWHERE. Not to mention the HALLWAY was literally SOAKED with dog piss (I had to clean all this up by the way). Confronting her did no good, as she’d tearfully promise to change her delightful ways. Eventually I’d go on these time periods where I would be a petty little bitch and simply stop washing the dishes, vacuuming, etc. I kept a single bowl, fork, spoon, and plate, which I would wash after every meal and kept in my bedroom. Within three days there was no clean cutlery or crockery left. The kitchen was completely and utterly filthy, with mold growing in almost every dish along with trails of ants (there was a piece of cheese….the ants used as an ant home). The floors were soaking wet constantly from her trudging in with wet boots on along with the mange mutt pissing and shitting everywhere.
Eventually, I caved in. I did the dishes because the landlord was coming. I asked her to pitch in just this once (I had class that day), to which she promised to clean the living room. Needless to say, she didn’t follow through (surprise!). I somehow got it presentable within the short time frame that I had.
Now I haven’t even mentioned how she ate. She always sounded like a cow. Seriously. She would chew with her mouth open and sometimes bits of chewed up food would sputter everywhere. It was the worst if I was quietly studying in the common area for a big test the next day. Also, what REALLY annoyed me was that she’d constantly eat MY food. I cannot begin to describe how annoying that was. I wanted to murder her.
Now my patience was wearing very thin already, but a night came when she got ‘mugged’ while walking around at three in the morning, I almost lost it. She came bursting through the door screaming about how ‘all these FUCKING NIGGERS ARE THE SAME’ and how these niggers all just steal and attack poor white folk. ‘We’ should’ve never given ‘these niggers’ any rights and it has been scientifically proven (da fuck…) that niggers brains and skulls are more ape like than peaceful whites. Also apparently a disgusting ‘nigger’ homeless man spit on her while walking as well. (I’ve never EVER had a problem with ANY homeless person and she gets ‘attacked’ like five times within a month of being here?). Now, some of my best friends are black, and I really took offense from this night. I despised her from then on. White trash.
Another night she decided to take my yellow table from the living room and use it as a desk in her room (She already attempted this before and I asked her to return it, which she did). So, I politely scribble on out white board that hangs on the wall to please return the table asap. She barges in at four in the morning with her buddy and starts screaming about ‘that bitch’. I just ignored this and continued sleeping. She didn’t return the table either, until I continuously knocked on her door in the morning until she gave it back after unsuccessfully trying to shush her mutt.
Now for the stalking. So I had a boyfriend whom I would go see regularly at the dorms on campus. She would text/call me EVERYDAY 10 minutes before the campus curfew to make sure I was on my way home. Not even the worst of it. She accused my boyfriend of RAPING ME to which the fucking school took a WHOLE semester to sort out. This was extremely stressful for me and my boyfriend. He was threatened with getting kicked out, school said that I could have him kicked out, and could come back even in 10 years to fess up that it was true and get him in trouble. But that is a whole different story. She would even randomly text MY BOYFRIEND to stop watching porn because the campus internet was slow.
Now the best part was when she called the campus security because she hadn't seen me in four hours and I wasn't picking up the phone, which led the security finding me with my boyfriend in a dorm lounge. Fuck this.
Eventually she failed out of the Bio program and went back home to California. Thank God.
Oh, i didn't even mention a week after she left, I found a wad of pubic hair in the freezer. That's nice.
Anyone else want to share awful roommate stories? Thought it’d be a fun thread to start.
I've got about three other stories of different roommates to tell.
All I can say is...people like this actually exist? What the hell?
Oh my God that sounds absolutely horrible. o.o I thought I had roommate problems. What a bitch! She won't make it in the real world with an attitude like that. I'm glad you don't have to deal with her anymore.
Need picture to project hate and disgust towards your roommate.
That's disgusting...that's really just disgusting. I don't know why people are so filthy...and I don't know why they don't mind their business? That's a ridiculous story with campus police. I swear to god they will believe anything. You could tell them anything and they would make it a huge investigation.
If anyone ever wants to get revenge on someone: call up the psych center of your school and just start crying a little bit about how you think so and so is suicidal and reference a sad thing that just happened. I swear this will work with a cat that just died.