It all started when my roommate met this guy off the internet and practically allow him to move in behind my back! Well, after that didn’t work out she started talking to some other person who happen to be alone in our condo one day when I came home from school! Could you have not texted me to let me know a stranger was in the house and you were not home! Of course inconsiderate didn’t! So I proceeded to Lowes to put a lock on my bedroom door so her “strangers” that she meets and brings home won’t rob me! Oh why did I put I lock on my door???!! This psycho complained about this lock for 3 months! Its on my door not yours why do you care!!! So in August she told me she has decided to move out (goodness nutcase). She claimed she wasn’t happy and that she just wanted her own space! Bye bipolar!!! I confirmed 4 times up until november to make sure and she continue to say yes she was sure…. I make arrangements for her to move order new furniture and everything….She decides I was too happy about her moving and decides to stay! This psycho is crazy! I have tried to hold a normal conversation with her and everything! nothing works. She is so argumentative. So I have decided to block her text messages and phone calls and only talk to her via email when the bills atr due! When she attempts to leave passive aggressive notes they get ignored! What else can I do besides move out because that is not an option right now!!!
My college roommates literally been a bitch to me for forever. Like honestly I’ve said like maybe 2 snapy things to her or been like a little rude to her like twice. But she just honestly is so rude to me. Like the other day I was vacuuming our floor and I asked this other girl a question and she’s like “Oh she’s new at this.” So a huge fuck you to you there because you assume I’ve never cleaned a day in my life. Another thing is yesterday I was sitting in the same study room and she just gives me a horrible look like you’re so dumb you can help these people with math why are you here? and I was like honestly what the fuck is your problem. And it’s like I’ve given her no reason to hate me, she just does. She’ll always ask my suitemates for things and not me like idk. And sometimes I’ll go into my suitemates rooms cause I have a question to ask them and she’ll just come in there because she’s just a nosy busybody who wants to know everything that I’m talking to them about. Like why does it even concern you and when she gets in the room she always goes there first like and tells them things and not even me. Like if I gave her a reason to hate me then fine you know what, whatever but I legit have not done anything to make her dislike me this much. We were at Kona the other day and I was sitting on the couch and she literally shouted at me like “Move down” and its like I was! if it was any of my other suitemates or friends, she wouldnt have but because it was me she felt like it was okay to be rude to me. I hate how she treats me like shes superior to me because she’s not like she honestly just thinks she is. I liked her a lot and I wanted to room with her next year but she honestly just oculdnt care less about me so I dont care anymore whatever. I just hope for once in my life things work out for me and people get what they deserve.
My roommates are a bitch. Now one is better than the other, but still. At first, they seemed super nice and so friendly that I felt inferior (in a good way I guess). At the beginning, one of them told me how her previous roommates were bitches and stayed up until 2am talking and watching tv and it was horrible. Now I know what the real problem was: her. 1) she stays up until 2am either talking on the phone, talking to my other asshole of a roommate or watching tv and laughing by herself 2) imagine a 2 year old fake laughing because they haven’t learned what’s funny and what isn’t. Now stick that sound to a 20 year old college infant. It’s the most disgusting thing I have ever had to listen to every single fucking day and night of my life. I ask her to please be quite and she says omg yeah sure sorry. And does the exactly same annoying shit the next day. 3) she turns the fucking air on 24/7 and doesn’t give a shit about electricity. Even when it’s 30 degrees outside, she decides to turn the AC on. Why? Because she a selfish bitch and doesn’t know how to compromise. If it was up to me I would have it at 76 but leave it at 74 because I know she likes it cold. But she insists on turning it down to 68. Why? I want to kill her. 4) she NEVER cleans up after herself. She constantly leave food and shit on the counters, never cleans up crumbs she drops and is just disgusting. She also leaves dishes in the sink that rust the sink and we have to pay for fucking damages and I tell her to not put those dishes directly in the sink and to put them on another dish that isn’t metal and won’t rust. She doesn’t fucking listen. Like how hard is it to just not rust the fucking sick? Obviously extremely hard for an infant bitch like her. 5) even though I’ve told her, she ignores the fact that the walls are paper thin and I can hear every conversation she has with her “mommy” about what clothes she wants next and how she has an ant bite on her neck and accidentally popped it with her hair brush and she just wanted to make sure it was ok. Sorry but have you never gotten a fucking ant bite before. What a fucking child. How she got into this college I will never understand. OH WHICH LEADS TO ANOTHER THING! She thinks that she’s the smartest person in the world and talks down to people. She failed out of chemistry here and when she learned that I had a B, she goes “oh wow I didn’t even pass that class. I’m pretty sure people who end up doing well have mental disorders.” Oh ok bitch. My sister has autism which is a disorder and my friends and I do well in that class so thanks for insulting everyone I know. I wish she would realize how much of a pompous asshole she is. Thank god I’m not the only one with awful roommates. We should make them all live together; maybe they’ll kill each other so we don’t have to.
A little over a year ago, me and my best friend from high school moved in together. I was in a rough spot and a junky apartment, so it was a good move up for me, and she wanted to get out of her parents house because her older sister was still living there and being a god-awful bitch. (Most times she’s nice but there were moments… )
When we first moved in together, she told me that she wanted to help a mutual friend when she got the chance, get him away from his family who were taking advantage of him. Not a bad thing. He’s been here a few months now, but god damned he’s a freaking man-child. He’s older then the both of us and still hardly knows how to cook for himself, has to be reminded to do simple things (laundry, showers.. ) He’s on disability so he doesn’t work, but then he spends all day on the computer and playing games and can’t even manage the dishes. Neither of them can, I swear to god what I can do in 15 mins with just a squirt of soap takes both of them a half hour and nearly the whole bottle (And when he does the dishes I have to redo them from time to time because he really doesn’t know HOW I guess? ) He has to sit on the floor at his computer because he broke the chair he was using because he’s such a big guy, and even though he’s supposed to be on a diet he eats like a fucking hoover and even manages to screw up Ramen and leaves a mess everywhere.
The first roommate hasn’t been any better. She’s whiny about ‘clutter’ in the living room, and from time to time she’ll gather everything up and just toss it in my room and close the door without even checking to see what was mine, what was hers and what belongs to manchild, my cat has to stay in my room because he and her cat still don’t get along (though it’s only her cat that has a problem lately), and she knocks on my door and lets herself into my room which can be pretty embarressing unless I’m fast enough to stop her verbally, and then she sort of just… hangs out and watches me websurf which can get pretty weird at times. And lately things have been pretty tight for me because I lost my job at the beginning of October, and since I didn’t have the money to really spare to do things we usually do or to go to the movies, and since I’ve been wiped out by stuff on the weekends and didn’t want to go she’s been really snippy. It’s also really frustrating because she’s the only one with a car, I have a moped but it’s not enough to carry a lot of groceries, so i have to pester her into going grocery shopping. WHICH is something that really pisses me off, she only likes going once every two weeks, and most times she goes by herself and gets barely anything, then me and the manchild have to go and get everything else because she doesn’t understand the concept of ‘WELL WE HAVE TO COOK DINNERS FOR 3 PEOPLE FOR TWO WEEKS, AND GET ENOUGH DIET SHAKES FOR YOU, ME, AND THE BOZO and when we run out in the middle of the week it’s a fucking fight to get her to go get more. And she calls me picky but she’s just as bad because i have to make sure she’ll eat what I plan for the night, and I’m usually always the one to cook unless it’s the soup which is so fucking easy she can actually manage it. She’s also been mad at me because when I was on a similar morning schedule to hers I’d cook breakfast, but I haven’t lately and she acts like she’s entitled to it.
And tonight was just fucking icing on the cake, it’s wet and I had to ride through the rain home from a long day at my new job and she arrived just as I did and wanted to play games and watch a movie with dinner and oh she’ll fix a neat mixed drink for herself and bozo but I only get offered one when I come out to see what’s being fixed for dinner. UGH.
Ok so I got moved into a new room halfway through the semester since I was in a temporary room before. We got along ok in my old room, none of use really bothered the other and we kept to ourselves, cleaned our own shit blah blah blah. And I had the loft bed so I could go up and not really be in the room with them and talk on the phone or whatever. So i get moved into this new room and my new roommate seems alright at first and we have really good conversations and bond. But this cunt goes to bed at fucking 10 pm which means I have to be quiet after that and turn the lights off, not a problem because i’m usually out past that time anyways and we have open studios 24 hrs a day which is great. I could see past the early bedtime. But then this bitch starts making more and more comments. This week alone she has told me that I shouldn’t leave food out, which isn’t really an opinion she needs because if I do leave food out its on my side of the room and it’s not food food its just fucking dirty dishes. And this bitch leaves her fucking dishes all over the mother fucking counters so that I have to rearrange everything out of my way if I want to fucking cook. Secondly she told me not to leave my clothes in the bathroom which is also fucking stupid because I have as much of a right to put my shit on MY side of the bathroom as she does so if i want to leave my dirty clothes pile in the fucking bathroom i should fucking be able to. Secondly she asked me today to not play music in the room. What. The. Actual. Fuck. That is the most ridicualous thing i’ve ever heard in my entire goddamn life. This princess needs to wake the fuck up and realize she lives in a college dorm with people who have different interests than her. No, your not always gonna like the same music as your roommate, deal with it. if i wanna play my music on my side of the room I should be able to like goddamn. I’m the second person to have living issues with her (the last girl moved out, thats why I got moved in) Needless to say i’m going to the fucking roommate swap fair. Fuck you and your hampton house.
I’ll tell you why she is a bitch. She goes to sleep every day at 8pm. Since we share rooms, this means I have to sleep at 8pm. She leaves her dishes all over the room. She brings her boyfriend into the room and goes into the closet. I hear things happening in the closet. Lastly, she just kicks me out of the room. She makes me sit outside and do my work because she wants to be ‘alone’ and she ‘needs her space’.
I have known you for 8 years and becoming your college roommate has been the worst fucking decision of my entire life. You’re not my mother so stop telling me what I “can and can’t do” I’ll drink if I want to and if I want to fuck my boyfriends brains out when you’re not in the room, I’ll do that too, and there’s nothing you can do about it. and I’m not your mom so I refuse to be at your beck and call. I won’t carry your groceries, I’m not buying you anything else, I refuse to buy things “for our room” my money is staying on me now. Also YOU CAN PAY FOR GROCERIES, I understand that I have more cash than you but I won’t if you don’t fucking pay for anything. Another thing, when I do cook, I cook for me and my boyfriend, not you. I went shopping today for pans and such and made food for a friend and myself, you didn’t even ask or contribute to the money to buy the food yet you found it 100% okay to eat all of the food and then proceed to NOT do the dishes, what the fuck? You’re not a princess, you’re not better than anyone, you can put in money to pay for groceries OR you could do the dishes. Not doing either is a bitch move. If I see your hand on my pots and pans I will hurt you. The fact that you said “Oh good. you got the good pans” pissed me off, you put no nickel in that quarter so you better the hell not touch it.
If you call me “Fluffy kitty” every time I wash my hair and let it remain curly I will proceed to kick your ass. I told you in HIGH SCHOOL to stop this foolishness and you didn’t. Don’t touch or take my stuff without asking permission, I go to look for my plates and utensils and I can’t find them and lo and behold you have used them and they’re on your bed unwashed. I wait a few days and all you’ve done is placed them on my half of the room still dirty. IF YOU CAN USE THE DISHES YOU CAN WASH THEM. I’m trying to be patient because you’re an only child but you have no excuse. I feel bad for the girl who has to room with you next year because it’s not going to be me.
Your Fed up soon to be ex-roommate
PS: I’m not the one moving out.
Anonymous asked: my roommate treats me like im stupid.i dont think he even realizes it. he also never shuts up about being gay, thinks he knows everything about being gay, and thinks i know nothing about it/the struggle (little does he know im gay too... i just havent told him and the way things are going i dont think he even deserves to know). he's said stuff like "the thing about being gay is...". no, it isn't. not everyone acts the same way; i know WE dont. idk what to do. most of the time we are good RMs tho
okay being gay has nothing to do with it at this point. the point is, you can’t treat other people like you’re better than them because you are not. so maybe he needs to be reminded of that.
Anonymous asked: My roommate and I got along at first. I was always really sweet to her and helped her with homework. Even though I live 8 hours from home and she lives 30 minutes, I often try to help her cope with being "away." Lately, she's been latching onto my friends (and then telling them bad things about me), treating me badly, talking to me condescendingly and acting unusually uppity. She tells me I'm dumb or wrong and I've been feeling depressed. She makes fun of me all the time I don't know what to do?
I would say just try talking to her. that’s almost always the first step.
I want a pet. My roommate doesn’t. I wanted to get a cat, told her I’d keep the litter box down in the basement and that I’d do all of the work, and she said that she didn’t want cat hair on everything or for it to go in her room. JESUS. Then close the fucking door. And why are you so concerned about hair? You leave yours all over every fucking thing in the house. She went home for the weekend, and I got two guinea pigs. They’re in the living room. She’s making me move them into my room because of the smell. By the way, THEY DONT SMELL. Oh. I’m sorry. I’m pretty sure that I pay half of the rent and the utilities. I’m also pretty sure that that gives me the right to put my fucking pets where I want them. Because we can have a recording studio in the living room right? And we can put a pole dancing studio in the spare room right? But I can’t put my god damn pets where I want them? Oh. Okay. Fucking bitch. I’m sick of feeling like a god damn guest in my own house. I just want to punch her. AND CAN YOU ALSO CLOSE THE GOD DAMN CABINET DOOR AFTER YOU GET SOMETHING OUT OF THE CUPBOARD?!?! IS IT SO FUCKING HARD YOU STUPID BITCH!!??!?!?!
Rant over. Please don’t put my name on this post.