ITT we share stories of horrible roommates

[libramunoz]

I think my crazy roommate story was just bizarre. Anywho (that damn word is on my nerves already) my first roommate, she was o.k. Except for the fact that she called me during the summer vacay and asked if we wanted to have matching bedcovers. I was like, whhhhoooo in the hellllll are you? She was a nice girl and we turned out to be good friends later on, but not roommates. She had some strannnnngggggeee friends.
I am a loony tuney about others not sitting on my bed, especially after I just washed my white bedspread. Anyways, when I came in and found one of her friends sitting on said bedspread and I come in and they not move, steeerrriiiikkkkee 1.
At that time I had pictures of my family on the wall. Same said friend looked at a picture of my grandfather and said something about him being a "playa" and being "mr. playa" and I about hit her and the wall! SSSSStttttttrrrrriiiiikkkkkkeee 2-15, I was outta there. I then moved in with, let me call her Sarah, unbeknownst to me, I have headed into crazyville, and it's a bitch on a good day.

When I moved in with Sarah, she had boo-tee-ful sheets and comforter set--shades of pink and grey. When she moved out, they were both gray because, she NEVER, EVER, EVER, NEVER washed them. I was in there for three months and never saw said trick Sarah wash them.

Then came the missing items. First my laundry soap, first week, box full, second week, box half full, third week, box three quarters full, fourth week, box empty. I'm like, whaaaatttt? Mom sends another box, same shit begins to happen, HUH? I'm not going through THAT much laundry detergent.

Then my body soap comes up missing. First one bar, then another, then another, you get the picture. Fam sends somemore, same shit begins to happen. HUH? WTF!

Then my toilet paper comes up missing? Damn, I know I'm a big girl, but I'm NOT EATING the Toilet paper!

Same for the toothpaster, paper, pens, you name it! OK, some mutha is finna get cut! Ding, Ding, Ding, light bulb comes on, put crap in locker, and LOCK IT!

(in best Gomer Pyle voice) Surprise, Surprise, Surprise! No more missing items!

Then comes the cleanliness of the room. She never cleaned jack! I mean NEVER! She kept a trash bag at the foot of her bed filled with everything from general trash to used sanitary napkins. How do I know that, I was asleep in the room one night and she came in and that's what woke me up. I saw the trick change her sanitary napkin on the edge of the bed and put it in that DAMN trash bag. I used so much cinnamon room spray, I hate the damn stuff! Cannot stand the smell to this day!

The way the room was, I it had a line (from the linelonium???) down the middle of the room that split the room in two. When I cleaned, I cleaned ONLY my side! When room inspections were done, I got 4's and 5's and her, that shit was in the negatives.

Then some of her friends got so mad at her that they took a hammer and beat her retainer, poured liquid bleach in her shampoo, and stole her clothes. She pissed them off over telling lies and owing money. But homechick bragged that she was a rich trick.

Hell, then comes weirdos approaching me on trick Sarah's behalf to pass messages! At that time, our school had just gotten the phone system in the room. Up until then, if people saw you on campus or needed to get a message to you, call the pay phone or call the dorm front office and leave a message for said person. I'm walking home from the library one night and someone yells across the yard, "Libby, Libby, Libby," I'm a freshman and still a bit of a dork, and am like "whoa, huh, who" because who notices a freshman? Same said person yells again, "Libby" and I'm like, Yeah, and they tell me, "Tell your roomie Sarah, thanks for the train last night." Yes, I'm from the country and my mother didn't really talk about sex. So I ask him "what train, was there one that comes into town?" He starts laughing his ass off! And yeah, he says, "Yeah, THAT train." I tell him, OK! I go to dorm and ask RA about it and am told the truth and yell out "EEEEEEWWWWWWW!"

That night (night of mid-term exams) and the fight is on! I mean we are yelling and screaming at each other. Same RA has to come in three times with the dorm mother to stop the fight! Trick Sarah accuses me of stealing her clothes (hell, at that time, I was a size 26 and she was a size 12), and even the RA and dorm mother look at her and ask, "where is she going to wear them, her foot!" Fight goes from 10p to about 6am. I miss morning mid term and am running across campus to take exam (and yes, I passed the HELL out of that sucker).

Anywho, this was all by the first semester and she came back after Chistmas vacay and stayed two weeks before dropping out! I PAID for a single room therefore and everafter that I could! I easily found out I'm weird on my own, I didn't need the help.