So, did you? Ooh and ah over his boner, that is.
I don’t see how either the OP’s or soulmurk’s complaints can be regarded as petty.
If your roommate’s costing you nontrivial money by nonpayment of rent or bills, or running up shared bills such as electricity, that’s not a petty complaint.
If your roommmate’s leaving messes around the place that can be expected to attract vermin, that’s not petty either.
If your roommate blasts the TV or stereo when you’re trying to sleep, that’s not petty.
When hot water is in limited supply, frequently using it all up at a time when you can expect your roommate’s going to need it isn’t petty.
If you’ve got a phone line that you use for work, and your roommate turns it into his/her personal line, that’s not petty.
There’s lots of other things I can think of that aren’t petty complaints either, but that covers most of those two posts, so I’ll stop there.
But did he have a knife in his teeth? Did he use only the windows as the means to enter and exit the apartment?
If by “ooh and ah”, you mean saying “get that thing outa my face and put some pants on, you psycho fucknut!”, then yes. Yes I did.
Jesus fuck!
I’d say that’s a safe bet.
I lived in an house with three other guys for six months. I should have been tipped off on moving day, but I didn’t pick up on the hint. As I was moving in, one of my roommates asked me to drive him down to the landlord’s office so he could drop off the rent check because it was due that day.
This struck me as a little odd (what would he have done if I hadn’t been there?), but eventually the truth came out: this particular guy had bounced so many checks that the landlord refused to take personal checks from him any more. Every month, he’d have to collect rent from the other two guys, then get a cashier’s check for the entire amount, and then mail it to the landlord. And every month, he’d be late.
He was a dot-com CEO. On the day I moved out, a courier delivered a subpoena from the IRS for him and his company.
Suffice it to say that people who consistently fuck up the little things in life (bouncing checks, late rent, can’t pick up their son from school) will inevitably fuck up the big things in life.
Boot the fucker out.
Agonist, I agree with aamco. From what you’ve posted here, in my opinion, your roommate is a user and a scammer, and you will regret living with her some day. Lock up anything valuable that you can’t afford to lose. She’s giving you all the signs that she’s un-trustworthy - it’s up to you to listen to them.
I couldn’t have been too sane myself. When I first moved in, I already knew that he’d gone after a former roomie with a machete.
The funniest thing he did was lecture me, his girlfriend, and the third roommate on what it was like to be black in America today. Of course, we’d never understand it fully the way he did. “If yo ain’t no brother, yo can’t understand what my homies is goin’ through.”
The girlfriend and the third roomie, both black, had to point out to Willy that he was, in fact, white. And from an upper middle class suburban home.
How did he manage to come through that without gaining an extra hole or two in his body?
Fast on his feet? Or maybe it was a hollow threat? Dunno, I wasn’t there.
But I think the roomie’s crime was leaving a towel in the bathroom.
I meant why didn’t Willie get hisself shot?
Once again, I don’t know. But I suspect it has something to do with not going to prison just because you live with a psycho fucknut. And I suspect that’s why Mike moved out instead.
How I lived with the guy for 2.5 years is beyond me. But when he moved out, third roomie and I danced for an hour.
The point you’re making, I think, is that his boner wasn’t actually all that impressive?
Well, roomies come in all varieties, but I think the point is that they’re all fucking nuts. I don’t do the whole sharing territory thing, but a friend of mine roomed for a summer with a girl she was very good friends with and a guy that they were basically friendly acquaintances with. So one night, I was over with the two girls, and we got really drunk, and I got the brilliant idea to check out their male roommate’s computer to see if there was porn on it. Strictly curiosity, as he was a computer geek and we figured there’d probably be something entertaining on it.
Turns out he had a thirteen gigabyte harddrive devoted to porn. Specifically, child porn. (And foot-fetish stuff, which made the footrubs he’d given his roommates somewhat creepier in retrospect.) Thirteen gigs of images is not really dilletante-level. Nope, dude was apparently devoted to his hobby. For various reasons we didn’t end up calling the cops. But it ended up being an uncomfortable summer for my friends.
Screw roommates, they suck, I’ve found that that its cheaper to live by yourself than to support a roommate (girlfriends included) . My horror story from a ways back http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?p=6278997#post6278997
Nowadays I live by myself, I don’t care what it costs, the cat may not have a job or pay rent, but she at least doesn’t piss on herself (the other one is fat and happy living with my folks, read the linked post).
Kick them to the curb, because as soon as your nice by covering them or helping them out, your the worlds biggest asshole for not being their windfall. Screw roommates, its not worth the hassle.
The assholish solution to someone who refuses to take care of his or her own dirty dishes is to leave said dishes in the person’s bed.
Not me, this was my friend’s psycho roommate. This was in a college dorm, so they were literally sharing one smallish room.
My friend J. and her crazy roommate didn’t get on well from the start, but it wasn’t that big a deal until J. noticed that some of her underwear was missing. Turns out the roommate thought J. had stolen some of her food (she hadn’t), so she’d retaliated by stealing J.'s knickers. Cool.
But the most remarkable bit was when she stole the phone. J. was involved in a long distance relationship - and I mean really long distance, about 8,000 miles. She and her bf talked on the phone a lot and as you can imagine, her phone bill was pretty hefty. But J. had always paid on time and in full (the bill was in her roommate’s name), so it was a little bizarre when, at the very end of the school year, her roommate unplugged the phone, put it in her bag, and carried it around all week, so J. couldn’t make any calls unless Crazy Girl was around to supervise.