Riku wrote:but but but Washington buddies :c
Also, jesus tapdancing christ, how was a roommate so bad that living with your parents seemed like a better option?
OH MAN let me count the ways
To put it simply, it was like an Odd Couple situation where he was Oscar and I was Felix except it was 100x less funny
The first thing he did upon moving in was dump ALL of his boxes of little toys and shit all over his floor so that you couldn't even walk in his room without stepping on something. So I couldn't vacuum in there. He didn't clean up after his cat so in amongst all of his human shit, there was cat litter and cat kibble and bits of scratching post cardboard EVERYWHERE. Even vacuuming in his doorway made my vacuum crackle like I was running it across fucking gravel. Also, sometimes his cat would have little hairballs or track dried turds into the living room, where I'd have to clean them up. If she did that in the living room, I can only imagine what she did in his room where NO ONE COULD SEE THE FLOOR.
And following the trend of not cleaning up after his cat, he also didn't clean the litterbox often enough so the entire apartment REEKED of cat litter. He claimed to never smell it, but how do you go 'nose blind' to something like cat litter if you go outside for fresh air even for ONE hour?
He loved to cook, but cooked everything WAY too hot and scalded the bottom of MY cookware multiple times. I had to hide a new set of pans that I got at my parents house so he wouldn't ruin them, but that meant I couldn't use them either. He cooked with so much oil on such high heat that the stovetop would be splattered to hell RIGHT AFTER I CLEANED IT.
He also: left the freezer open MULTIPLE TIMES overnights, nearly ruining our food unless I woke up early the next morning to close the goddamn freezer. He left the fridge open at least once. He didn't seem to understand the importance of locking the front door, even when someone was home. The worst thing? He left the stove on. Multiple times. One time he had the stove on the highest setting with a pot (MY copper-bottomed pot) of boiling water on it and forgot about it. For TWO HOURS. I went out after maybe one hour and saw that it was all boiling out so I turned the heat down to medium and an hour later it was STILL THERE, dry as a bone. He could have burned the fucking place down.
Oh yeah, and he liked having people over once a week to play video games and shit, and he always liked to make elaborate fancy dishes for them. But then he NEVER CLEANED HIS FUCKING DISHES. He dug his heels in about doing them the same night he cooked, claiming that "he wanted to relax and go right to bed" after having company over. But then the dishes would STAY in the sink. For a WEEK. I had tried to initiate a system where I loaded and ran the dishwasher, and he unloaded it and put the dishes away. But he never did that, either, and I got so tired of dealing with the maybe 5 dishes
I made and the 15 or 20 dishes that
HE made that I just gave up on the dishes entirely.
After he had friends over there would be shit ALL OVER the living room, like half-full glasses of water or soda or some shit (no one understood the concept of using a coaster apparently since half the glasses were just sitting on the carpet) and dirty plates and all the video games they played the night before. The kitchen would be in shambles and he never cleaned the fucking counters off.
When we first moved in together, I asked him if he could clean the bathroom every week since I was going to be vacuuming and mopping floors. He agreed. And then the bathroom never got cleaned. He said "I don't think it needs to be cleaned every week". But it didn't even get cleaned once every TWO weeks. I think in the six months we lived there the bathroom was cleaned by him maybe three times. The rest of the time, I was the one doing it.
He loved to shave and then not wipe out the tub or the sink. I felt like I had to clean the bathtub every time I wanted to use the fucking thing. There was so much fucking hair in it. And he left his shower curtain in the bathtub after he was done showering, letting it get slimy and moldy.
I was glad that I told him to handle the electricity bill by himself, because he didn't seem to have any concept of turning things off when he left the room (He wanted to split the combined electricity and internet bills down the middle, but I told him that I would handle the internet by myself). He'd turn things off when he left for work, most of the time, but if he was ever home I'd come in and all the lights would be on, the microwave fan would be going, the bathroom fan would be going (and the house STILL reeked of his cooking).
Even small, petty things started getting to me. He never put the cap back on the laundry detergent (MY laundry detergent), so it dripped everywhere. He used all my paper towels without buying more. He didn't put new toilet paper on the roll. He never refilled the soap. He used my oven mitts and must have dipped them in fucking grease or something because they were SLICK with drying grease.
Oh yeah, and he messed up the splatter guards on the stove so bad that the apartment had to replace them. That was $15 of our deposit that I'll never see again. Honestly, I was surprised to hear we'd get any of the deposit back at ALL.
All he did when he was home was cook smelly food and sit at his computer all day.
I am gonna miss being Washington buddies with you though, Riku :c But I just couldn't take it anymore. I decided to room with this guy because he fed me a story about how HIS roommate was bailing and moving back in with his parents, how his roommate was spreading rumors about him never doing any housework, how he didn't have any cheddar, and unless he found another place he'd have to move away and quit his job and bla bla bla.
I should have listened to the warning signs. I felt some trepidation but I ignored it and it made these past six months AWFUL. My mood went right into the un-scrubbed toilet and stayed there. FOR SIX MONTHS.
edit: oh yeah, and when we were both moving out he tried to take my mom's tupperware. Probably on accident, but how the hell do you mistake someone else's NICE tupperware for your own?!
