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Lol, damn, some of these are pretty brutal… I like the refrigerated toast one though x)

Lol Wow, this is exactly why I hated living with roommates. The one about the toilet paper, where they just kept writing notes back and forth was funny.

I love living with my fiance – he understands that some things I just don’t like doing (like dishes and touching icky things) and it’s easier to deal with people’s mistakes and/or messes when you love them:) Especially when you’re not the only one who makes them. Both of us equally forget to do things or don’t have time, or don’t want to and the other helps out. Compromise:)

I am married so the husband is my roommate, but we are more willing to compromise.  However, if I were single, I would avoid having a roommate if I could afford it.  It is unnecessary aggravation one does not ever need to deal with.  BUT, if I had to have a roommate, I hope to have one with similar lifestyle.

 I would do everything to avoid having to live with roommates ever again.

my last pair of roommates were total freaks. they measured the toilet paper usage to make sure that someone wasn’t using more than someone else. because then they’d have to pay more rent. true story. when i moved out, i went out and bought $20 worth of toilet paper and left it in their rooms. 

I hated my roommates, except for when I lived with my best friend. But when I was put in a four person apartment in college, it was hell. One time, they turned off the lamp I was reading a newspaper under to “save electricity”. Seriously. I was right there. They also adopted a cat illegally, then stopped taking care of it, so it ended up being “my” cat. Once it liked me best and pretty much lived in my room, they took it and dropped it off in a field somewhere because we weren’t allowed to have cats. Oh, and one had a boyfriend who hooked us up with illegal cable. 

Now I live with my husband and he is pretty awesome. 

Very very glad to be living by myself…

I still live with my parents but if/when I do ever get the money to move out I can’t see myself living with a roommate. My parents are one thing but living with a friend might drive me nuts. I like having things clean and quiet. None of my friends are clean or quiet.

I may experience this in a few years, however, even though the place would be mine likely I would feel like the roommate. Nonetheless good communication is always key ! Φ ≡

The refrigerated toast was the best.  Rofl.

Thirty some years ago when I got out of nursing school I moved into a house with three other girls.  Within two months I had my own itty bitty apartment, clean as a whistle, my own little purring cat, and all my own second hand stuff that mom and I painted.  I was so proud and pleased that I wasn’t cleaning up after someone else I could hardly stand it, even though it was terribly small.  Room mates can be preparation for marriage I suppose, with learning how to divide up chores etc.  But it just wasn’t my thing.

My roommate is awesome. She takes out the trash, I do the dishes. She does more vacuuming, I do more scrubbing. We pick up the slack for each other when one of us is busy…or just let it go when both of us are. I let her dog out, she feeds me homemade bread.  Both of us constantly feel like we’re slacking off on chores compared to the other. 

The thing is, it’s not like we’re best friends outside of sharing a house.  Like any relationship, you have to (a) find someone who has compatible ideas and complementary skills, (b) be open to compromise and forgiveness, and finally (c) be willing to communicate, particularly if you’re unhappy. Not exactly rocket science.

You can refrigerate toast, you can refrigerate anything…!

OMG! Yup, I have some room mate stories AND, had I saved them some notes that could go right up along side these. I really didn’t find living with my spouse difficult at all, but room mates! UGH.

My last room mate despised interacting with me SO much that if when she came home from work, she’d listen outside the door to see if I was downstairs, if I was she would NOT come in until she heard me go upstairs and close my door. She could be standing right next to the front door and have the doorbell ring and not answer it. Once she did open the door, it was my boyfriend who she knew (we all worked together) and she closed the door in his face.

I had another room mate who whined, cried, yelled at me drunkenly for 5 weeks after I told her I was moving out (so her boyfriend could move in) complaining that I wasn’t getting out fast enough, even though I was waiting for someone to move out of the other apartment. On the day the other apt became free i immediately moved and she left me a long fricking note about how surprised she was that I moved so suddenly and was I mad at her or something…HUH?

I also was lucky enough to have one outstanding room mate…a man but not a romantic interest. We were like family and it was really wonderful. today I move into my own apt…I am SO relieved.

It’s great for college students to have roommates in order for them to be extra motivated to do well in school, get a great paying job after graduation, and not have to deal with the roommate issues ever again On that note, I am so glad I don’t have roommates anymore.

I leave notes, a ton of them. One says wash your cups (because we have 6, for 3 of us), one that says do not leave food in your dishes and put them in the sink, one says do not run water in said dishes and leave them – it smells, I have a note by the front door saying lock it because I’ve come home three times to it being unlocked and we’re in a bad neighborhood…

which by the way, for my husband — these work. For our roommate? No, he still does these things.

He agreed to wash his own dishes, but he doesn’t..and I’m pregnant so the stench of leaving them is just too much for my nauseousness.

ick, I hated having roommates. I am so happy to live alone. 

My boyfriend and I recently had a guy living with us. It was a friend of his and he got evicted so he needed a place to stay for “a couple of weeks”. Turned into 3 months. It was the most excruciating three months of my life. We live in a small, one bedroom, one floor house, so the guy slept in my living room. We had to kick him out before I started nursing school, and I just recently found out that he LIED about so many things, the biggest lie was that he had a son. I found out that the kid wasn’t his, it was his ex’s but he kept saying it was his son. He moved to Nevada when we kicked him out, and apparently he was “taking his son with him”. Which, if it isn’t yours, you can’t do that. -.- He had so many stories about things that just didn’t make ANY sense. Also he was annoying. SO ANNOYING! I will NEVER take anyone into my home again, unless it’s my best friend (maybe), or a family member (maybe), and ONLY if we had an extra bedroom.

these are intense, but living with humans, i swear its like living with a different species. Washing dishes = no bugs and clean kitchen and NO SMELL! 

toilet paper! goodness no one wants to have to walk around unable to wipe these tush ! 
bring mindful upon entering, that should be a given or id walk around banging pots and screaming on purpose
& stealing of the food, totally bums me out! 
great great post!