Comments on: Tell Us Your Roommate Horror Stories

By: ShiroiOji

ShiroiOji — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 17:22:30 +0000

Thanks, Keli. That’s actually my story! ^_^

By: Melissa

Melissa — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 07:21:20 +0000

My roommate bothers me with her dog. I do everything I can to keep her dog from escaping the front door, and the occasional time the dog will run out I have to hear from her about how important her dog is, and ways we can figure out for me to keep the dog from running out. She’s crazy! And uber-controlling. I’m already giving her 100% on working to keep the dog from running out, and she keeps pushing for more, when there’s no more that can be done. When I tell her I’m not God and not perfect, only human, she has the audacity to agree with me, and say, “That’s not what I’m saying.” She needs to stop trying to control every aspect of free flowing life, and learn about what life really is. What she’s living isn’t it.

By: Mark0510

Mark0510 — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 04:42:39 +0000

Amanda – I laughed so hard at your post that I had to get up from my desk and do some work for a bit.

By: Amanda Leigh

Amanda Leigh — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 03:55:10 +0000

I have had a ton of roommates but Annabelle from my freshman year in college stands out as the worst. To her credit, she was bipolar & off her meds so there was a little method to the madness.

She bought a 5# bag of ice blue “gemstones” – those flattened marbles. She glued them all over the walls & ceiling of our dorm room. It did look kinda cool, but she used Elmer’s glue. As soon as the heat kicked on, they started dropping off & raining onto me in my sleep. That doesn’t sound too bad, but try sleeping with your mouth open. I nearly asphyxiated on one of those pieces of glass!

She also smeared hair dye all over my favorite blouse & a linen dress in my closet. She actually had to get into a GARMENT BAG to attack the dress. She was dying her hair in our room one day & I asked her to do it in the bathroom instead – that was what threw her into a rage.

She called my parents in the middle of the night to tell them I was suicidal (I wasn’t), I had done acid (I had) & I was having sex with lots of people (I was, but it wasn’t all at once). My dad drove the 2 1/2 hours to come get me, arriving about 5am to find me hung over & puzzled about all the fuss.

She finally dropped out of school a month before finals & that money-grubbing school STILL made me pay to have a private room.

By: The Dave

The Dave — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 06:48:19 +0000

My current roommates just got married and are kicking me out so the new wife’s daughter, her boyfriend with whom she is constantly breaking up with and getting back together, and their infant son can move in to my 10×10 bedroom. I’d be pissed if I wasn’t so sure that all parties involved will be completely miserable once I move out and they move in.

Back in the mid 90s I lived in a house with about 8-10 other punk rockers, and one day I came home from work to find that my crust punk roommates had knocked the fridge over, cracked open the back, and were huffing all the freon out. I still lived there for a year, and could write a book about that place.