my roommate, at any point in time, is doing one of the following: eating, cooking, pooping. at no point in time is she not doing none of these. in fact, many times she is doing at least two of these.
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Stop using my stuff, I have numbers on them. Do you fail to realize that when you use something, I can tell. Stop leaving a mess everywhere, stop spitting on the faucet, turn down your phone i dont want to hear it 24/7. I dont want to listen to you or your parents conversation, and i do not care about your friends. Stop trying to hang out with my friends, they hate you. No we will not invite you to parties wehn we go back home because you have no social skills. Stop competing with me about grades, what good is a 4.00 if you can’t speak to a person without them immediately thinking you’re fucking annoying. Stop asking for me to do stuff for you, i wont, I am not your little maid. Yes i will leave my clothes on the ground,if you don’t like them pick them up. stop being a snob because this is why no one likes you. the only reason everyoe on our floor likes you is because they DONT LIVE WITH YOU!
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How rude do you have to be when you’re the roommate who stays in the bathroom your whole life, requests that I buy the toilet paper and you use more than 75% of it and then when we run out you simply knock on my door stick both your hands out like some inconsiderate asshole and holler “NEED TP” and just wait there like you’re some royal ass on the street expecting change from well-off people because you think you’re worth it. My God. YOU’RE SO FUCKING RUDE.
Also, SHUT THE FRICKING DOOR IN THE MORNING WHEN YOU BLOWDRY YOUR HAIR. You wake up the ENTIRE unit.
How is it possible you’ve forgotten to flush after your SHIT (literally) 5 times this year?! So I come in the bathroom and see your crap mellowing in the shitter. WTF.
You leave messes all over the counter in the kitchen and NEVER pick up yourself. You NEVER do your dishes, and you leave leftovers EVERYWHERE.
You slam every fricking door possible and if not that you LEAVE all the cupboard doors open in the kitchen, you take up so much space the rest of us (three) feel we can’t even walk around outside our room. My God. YOU WERE NOT BORN TO BE NEAR OTHER HUMANS.
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This happened to me in college. We were only two in the room and at first there was nothing wrong with this guy. We were going along well and we had some great fun.
But things started to fail when he started to use some of my belongings, at first with my permission, then as days goes by, he just get anything of my belongings and use it as it is his own. I can remember when he first asked for my toothpaste because he said his allowance for the week did not arrive so he wasn’t able to buy his toothpaste.
Then he also asked for soap and shampoo for the same reason about his financials. But then, my toothpaste, soap, shampoo and other personal belongings were about to be fully consumed by us and still, he continues to use them and even without my permission especially when I was not around. And up to that point, he still was not able to buy for his own consumables.
Worse, I was so angry one day when I woke-up late and about to go to school. I was looking for my favorite shirt and it was nowhere to find. To my surprise, I found him in the school wearing my shirt and didn’t even asked my permission for him to use it.
Not to make things even further, I transferred to other boarding house and searched for a room that I would be staying alone.
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I am the type of person who believe that the sweetest thing to do on earth is to sleep. But then, I had this one roommate who talk while sleeping. At first, it seemed okay, as I could tolerate the noise amidst the night. And it only comes twice or thrice a week, or when she’s been exhausted during the day. But then there was this one time when she screamed, and I have decided for myself that I could not take it anymore. Those midnight mumblings kept me uneasy and restless, and I thought I deserve my own chuck of peace and quiet.
Later that morning, I moved out and looked for another vacant room. -
I have a roommate, first time during highschool, I was boarding at the school, before I was alone in my boarding room, but I met a homeless lady singers, I feel sad to see a woman singer and had to fight for his life. akupun took to my room and share a blanket for him, he was very grateful to me. turns out she’s a beautiful and fascinating as he knew, without a cap and gloves. Immediately night filled with thunder and rain, I was asleep with the breath of silence and warmth. not realized until the next morning.
One time when I got home from school, I had to buy meals for lunch, not realizing he was lying dead with no breath and no breath, no sound at heart, just the foam on his mouth, lying on morphine powder and scattered between the nose and the floor . he was over-dose. Never mind all tlah passed. no order to be remembered. enough in the heart that speaks -
Yesterday my roommate took a stinky dump.
My roommate is a girl.
Girls are not supposed to take dumps.
IF they do, guys are not supposed to smell them.
RoommateFAIL!!!!
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The first time I slept with my roommate is very important to me is when the first night after marriage with my wife. That night we were so romantic, looked at each other with a romantic and warm. The touch of the hands and face into the beginning of all activities. We exchanged stories about the good old days and romantic. When the night started late, we feel excited about each other.Initially touch only on the face, began to lead to the more sensitive body. And until we do a great sexual relationship, with classical music.
We exchanged stroking the genitals that started wet with liquid. Did not wait long wait finally penetration of the penis into the vagina.
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2 year ago when I was live in Dhaka I had a room mate. Her name was anusaka. She was 25 year old. We have a big room with a simple partition of cloth. She was working in a NGO. When we lived together in Dhaka it was not a good memory for me. She always talks with her boyfriends. Not only that they come to our room all-time.
If I say anything she began to crying. When paper hawker, servant want to salaries she don’t talk anything. As a result this bill was paid by me.
So it was a painful experience in my life.
