Weird Flatmate

There's been a few stories sent my way about living with couples, but none about breaking up. And it got me to wondering about what it's like to share a house with couples at war - and how weird that situation could get?

Got any juicy stories about what went on?

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Charmain
EMAIL: hello334@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-31 14:55:18
i came home to a domestic the night. didn't appreciate it, let the flatmete know, and now the partner hates me lol either way aslong as she isn't at my place i don't care, i want them to break up

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Got any juicy stories about what went on?

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Most of the stories that you've sent me have been all about the weird flatmates you've lived with, but very few have been about yourselves and the weird things that you guys like to get up to.

I'm sure that there is a large slice of readership that comes by to compare themselves the weirdos that you keep serving up. Why not use this blog to exorcise some of your own strange demons and share with the world how weird or un-weird you really are? Share your stories below....

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I'm sure that there is a large slice of readership that comes by to compare themselves the weirdos that you keep serving up. Why not use this blog to exorcise some of your own strange demons and share with the world how weird or un-weird you really are? Share your stories below....

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Living with friends can often cement the friendship for the rest of your lives. But, as the following comments show,� sometimes� it destroys any semblance of the mateship that was� once on offer...

Jessica from London writes..."One friend that we lived, appeared to come out with two personalities.... One a wonderfully friendly and the other, you didn't go near.... so we started calling her Annie Annie, Watts Watts� (her name Annie� Watts twice, one for each of her)...."

Stacy left me this comment about living with a friend of hers..."My best friend from the age of 11 came to live with me.. we got horribly drunk and slept together... her being the most unlikely bi-sexual i have encountered...� 20 years of friendship ended fairly promptly afterwoods..."

Samantha's friend took a liberty with paying the rent..."A girl I shared with once didn't pay her rent to the agent for 3 months without telling me, and because we were sharing the lease 50:50, I was responsible for covering her rent....� and vice versa, should things go wrong.� The first I knew of it waas when the agents called me and asked me when we'd be paying the rent we owed them after the third month.� I had a massive row with her, and she used the recent death of her estranged father as an excuse for having not paid (and not told me...?)."

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Jessica from London writes..."One friend that we lived, appeared to come out with two personalities.... One a wonderfully friendly and the other, you didn't go near.... so we started calling her Annie Annie, Watts Watts� (her name Annie� Watts twice, one for each of her)...." Stacy left me this comment about living with a friend of hers..."My best friend from the age of 11 came to live with me.. we got horribly drunk and slept together... her being the most unlikely bi-sexual i have encountered...� 20 years of friendship ended fairly promptly afterwoods..." Samantha's friend took a liberty with paying the rent..."A girl I shared with once didn't pay her rent to the agent for 3 months without telling me, and because we were sharing the lease 50:50, I was responsible for covering her rent....� and vice versa, should things go wrong.� The first I knew of it waas when the agents called me and asked me when we'd be paying the rent we owed them after the third month.� I had a massive row with her, and she used the recent death of her estranged father as an excuse for having not paid (and not told me...?)."

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When you are sharing a house with someone, it can work in your favour when you are keeping separate schedules. Your home and they aren't, and vice versa. But sometimes that can be the downfall of a harmonious home...

Rachel from North london writes...."I lost a great friend due to us having different working hours. I worked hard normal hours, while they worked long hours and shifts. I liked to go out, while they never went out as they worked most of the time. My friend got upset because of the noise i made and was not happy when i brought friends round. We ended up moving out and i've not heard from them now for 2 years. We had been friends for 10 years, so it was very disappointing"

I hear ya Rachel. I once lived with a guy who thought it was more than ok to have an impromptu party at 3am on a Wednesday night (or any night for that matter) and it used to drive me crazy. He'd get upset when I'd come out and ask him to kick his friends out and turn the music down. Invariably the neighbours would complain or ring the cops but he still couldn't understand what the fuss was about. Loser!

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Rachel from North london writes...."I lost a great friend due to us having different working hours. I worked hard normal hours, while they worked long hours and shifts. I liked to go out, while they never went out as they worked most of the time. My friend got upset because of the noise i made and was not happy when i brought friends round. We ended up moving out and i've not heard from them now for 2 years. We had been friends for 10 years, so it was very disappointing" I hear ya Rachel. I once lived with a guy who thought it was more than ok to have an impromptu party at 3am on a Wednesday night (or any night for that matter) and it used to drive me crazy. He'd get upset when I'd come out and ask him to kick his friends out and turn the music down. Invariably the neighbours would complain or ring the cops but he still couldn't understand what the fuss was about. Loser!

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Why not blog about it? Check out this site where the discussion is nearly always about the horrible things that the inhabitants of a house in London (I think)� subject each other to...

Best you be over 18 to read that site as it's got more swear words than a bar full of sailors, but it's a great read. I'm always amazed at what goes on in other people's houses and especially the bits that sh*t them up the wall about their flatmates.

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Charmain
EMAIL: hello334@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-31 14:56:16
Theres a new blog i found, www.themammoth.blogspot.com, its more about the flatmates partner and the shit that happens

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Best you be over 18 to read that site as it's got more swear words than a bar full of sailors, but it's a great read. I'm always amazed at what goes on in other people's houses and especially the bits that sh*t them up the wall about their flatmates.

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When you live with someone you often see or hear things that you'd rather not, or that your flatmates would probably rather you didn't. Often when you do, it becomes fodder for dinner party conversations and blogs like this one...

MJ sent me this story....."My ex needed a new flatmate and got this banker in. His girlfriend stayed over a lot. At night when we were about to go to sleep, we could here them having sex. We could hear him count, "One, two, three..." while in the act, as the bed springs creaked faster and faster..."

Do you hear your flatmates having sex? What's the weirdest thing you've heard them say or do during it?

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: japanprobe
EMAIL: japanprobe@gmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-28 09:39:15
My ex-flatmate would play the weirdest music when he was in his room probably banging his girl...

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MJ sent me this story....."My ex needed a new flatmate and got this banker in. His girlfriend stayed over a lot. At night when we were about to go to sleep, we could here them having sex. We could hear him count, "One, two, three..." while in the act, as the bed springs creaked faster and faster..." Do you hear your flatmates having sex? What's the weirdest thing you've heard them say or do during it?

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MySpace has provided me with more than a few tales of weirdness including this multipart, multi-weirdo one from Rodger....

"In college, I moved in to an apartment w/ 2 guys and a girl named Brandi,
who had a wierd cat named Mimi. Two days after I moved in (still getting to
know them), me an the other two guys were playing w/ her cat in the living
room, making it chase a ball. Brandi came out and was pissed that her cat
was doing flips, grabbed the cat and huffed back to her room. Twenty minutes
later she came back out and yelled, "you made Mimi shit blood!", and ran
back into her room.
Despite her wierdness, we all got along ok for the most part, but there was
more strangeness on the way. We weren't supposed to have pets in the
apartment, so one time when the maintenance man came over unannounced
(seeing the cat), she got so mad she threw a book at the chandelier and
broke it. She also had a habit of telling my friends about how I must say
she's a real bitch (which I didn't), and that she whined a lot. She did, but
I mostly told my friends that I had a wierd roommate.

For april fool's day, I found a tablet of post-it notes that said "no whining" on it. I put a few dozen around the kitchen, and put two in her bedroom as well. She didn't get home until that evening, when I was watching a movie with some friends. After a brief hi, she went into the kitchen, saw the notes, and didn't say anything.... After going to her room, the two post-it notes there evidently sent her over the top. She stormed out and told me "I've never met such an asshole", and grabbed my ponytail (back when I was a longhair), and yanked it, and ran back to her room. I think my friends formed their own opinions of her that night.

I should mention that she was reasonably cute, if you could look past the
bitchiness, whining, yelling, and lack of personallity. I never hit on her
or anything, but somehow it was even more wierd one night when I hung out
with a few of her friends. We went swimming in our underwear in the pool,
and when we got into the hot tub, she decided to go topless. Glad I never
did hit on her though... After she moved out, I found out from a neighbor
that she had been sleeping with guys at the telemarketing center where she
worked to pay for her trip to Europe.

Anyway,� the video your sponsors made was so f*cking weird (but funny). Thought you might like thestory. Maybe you should do a movie on people like me, who seem to ATTRACT the wierd roommates. Lets see, there was the pissed off agnostic who kissed my friend the christian, the megadeath guy who stabbed the plastic santa with his sword collection, the short mexican who paced the room in the morning swearing under his breath, the guy from hong kong who shipped his stuff to our dorm but didn't show up until the last week of school (not realizing that we cracked the code on his suitcase and changed the combination to 666), or the wierd indian roommate I had who sat around in his underwear on the day the landloard came with a building inspector.

Fellow weirdo, out. "

Ummmm, maybe you're the weirdo Rodger. And you're right, maybe we should do a movie, or at the very least a post, about people who seem to attract more than their fair share of strange housemates. Do you attract weirdos to live with you? Why do you think that happens and what can you do to stop that from happening again? Let me know your thoughts...

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Johnno
EMAIL: reply@home.com
DATE: 2006-06-15 23:25:39
Damn you know how to pick em Rodger, I agree with dave, you are the weirdo.

Posted by davidw at 11:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"In college, I moved in to an apartment w/ 2 guys and a girl named Brandi, who had a wierd cat named Mimi. Two days after I moved in (still getting to know them), me an the other two guys were playing w/ her cat in the living room, making it chase a ball. Brandi came out and was pissed that her cat was doing flips, grabbed the cat and huffed back to her room. Twenty minutes later she came back out and yelled, "you made Mimi shit blood!", and ran back into her room. Despite her wierdness, we all got along ok for the most part, but there was more strangeness on the way. We weren't supposed to have pets in the apartment, so one time when the maintenance man came over unannounced (seeing the cat), she got so mad she threw a book at the chandelier and broke it. She also had a habit of telling my friends about how I must say she's a real bitch (which I didn't), and that she whined a lot. She did, but I mostly told my friends that I had a wierd roommate. For april fool's day, I found a tablet of post-it notes that said "no whining" on it. I put a few dozen around the kitchen, and put two in her bedroom as well. She didn't get home until that evening, when I was watching a movie with some friends. After a brief hi, she went into the kitchen, saw the notes, and didn't say anything.... After going to her room, the two post-it notes there evidently sent her over the top. She stormed out and told me "I've never met such an asshole", and grabbed my ponytail (back when I was a longhair), and yanked it, and ran back to her room. I think my friends formed their own opinions of her that night. I should mention that she was reasonably cute, if you could look past the bitchiness, whining, yelling, and lack of personallity. I never hit on her or anything, but somehow it was even more wierd one night when I hung out with a few of her friends. We went swimming in our underwear in the pool, and when we got into the hot tub, she decided to go topless. Glad I never did hit on her though... After she moved out, I found out from a neighbor that she had been sleeping with guys at the telemarketing center where she worked to pay for her trip to Europe. Anyway,� the video your sponsors made was so f*cking weird (but funny). Thought you might like thestory. Maybe you should do a movie on people like me, who seem to ATTRACT the wierd roommates. Lets see, there was the pissed off agnostic who kissed my friend the christian, the megadeath guy who stabbed the plastic santa with his sword collection, the short mexican who paced the room in the morning swearing under his breath, the guy from hong kong who shipped his stuff to our dorm but didn't show up until the last week of school (not realizing that we cracked the code on his suitcase and changed the combination to 666), or the wierd indian roommate I had who sat around in his underwear on the day the landloard came with a building inspector. Fellow weirdo, out. " Ummmm, maybe you're the weirdo Rodger. And you're right, maybe we should do a movie, or at the very least a post, about people who seem to attract more than their fair share of strange housemates. Do you attract weirdos to live with you? Why do you think that happens and what can you do to stop that from happening again? Let me know your thoughts...

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College or University dorms seem to be a real hotbed of flatmate weirdness. Here is a story from Brenda about her weirdo flatmate...

"My weirdest was one of my college dorm roomies. she would dress in a long
black dress with creepy sleeves. sleep with her arms crossed coffin style
light black candles and play creepy music. Every night. No wonder i turned
into a clnical depressive".

Why is it that college or uni students seem to be a major source of weirdness? Got any ideas?

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"My weirdest was one of my college dorm roomies. she would dress in a long black dress with creepy sleeves. sleep with her arms crossed coffin style light black candles and play creepy music. Every night. No wonder i turned into a clnical depressive". Why is it that college or uni students seem to be a major source of weirdness? Got any ideas?

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I hate cleaning up after other people and so this story sent in from Nina� really hit a nerve with me...

"I shared a house with this Irish bloke once. He drank copious amounts of tea (usually mine) and instead of throwing the tea bags in the bin he'd either leave them in the cup or on the kitchen bench or where ever he had his cuppa. Is anyone aware of how gross it is to have to fish out a used tea bag out of someone elses cup after its been left there a few days? sometimes Id go on strike and refuse to clean up but ended up doing so because I couldnt bear it. It was annoying too that when friends dropped over and I went to offer a cup of tea Id find all my teabags used and not replaced and no clean cups to serve them in.

One time this guy 'offered' to make me a cup of tea and went into the kitchen to do so only to come back out about a minute later and say " I would but we're out of cups" meaning that because I hadnt cleaned up after him again he couldnt bring himself to rinse a couple of tea cups as a 'favour' to me He was also always crying poor when it came to rent/bill day only to be caught drinking pints of guiness down the pub all night. We tried to throw him out but he refused to leave even though he was not on the lease contract. We ended up having to pay him to go. has anyone heard the saying 'have you ever given someone money only to never hear from them again? well it was probably worth it' "

Got an annoying trait like that or live with someone who does? Share your story with the world :)

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"I shared a house with this Irish bloke once. He drank copious amounts of tea (usually mine) and instead of throwing the tea bags in the bin he'd either leave them in the cup or on the kitchen bench or where ever he had his cuppa. Is anyone aware of how gross it is to have to fish out a used tea bag out of someone elses cup after its been left there a few days? sometimes Id go on strike and refuse to clean up but ended up doing so because I couldnt bear it. It was annoying too that when friends dropped over and I went to offer a cup of tea Id find all my teabags used and not replaced and no clean cups to serve them in. One time this guy 'offered' to make me a cup of tea and went into the kitchen to do so only to come back out about a minute later and say " I would but we're out of cups" meaning that because I hadnt cleaned up after him again he couldnt bring himself to rinse a couple of tea cups as a 'favour' to me He was also always crying poor when it came to rent/bill day only to be caught drinking pints of guiness down the pub all night. We tried to throw him out but he refused to leave even though he was not on the lease contract. We ended up having to pay him to go. has anyone heard the saying 'have you ever given someone money only to never hear from them again? well it was probably worth it' " Got an annoying trait like that or live with someone who does? Share your story with the world :)

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In last weeks poll� I asked you guys "How matey are you with your flatmates?". The results are in and it seems half of you are into sharing and the other half is not. The results below...

How matey are you with your flatmates?
We lead separate lives = 33 percent
We share food and/or clothes = 28 percent
We share a bed... = 23 percent
I avoid them like the plague = 16 percent

I'm in the first category, I like it to be like a business transaction, not a friendship.

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How matey are you with your flatmates? We lead separate lives = 33 percent We share food and/or clothes = 28 percent We share a bed... = 23 percent I avoid them like the plague = 16 percent I'm in the first category, I like it to be like a business transaction, not a friendship.

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Communication is key to a healthy relationship, but as Chris points out, sometimes the messages can be delivered in a way you may not expect....

"My flatmate used to leave messages for me written on the toilet roll!"

I'm wondering if this was for all the messages or just the sh*tty ones! hahaha!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: terence huckle
EMAIL: lego56@mail17.net
DATE: 2006-06-06 20:13:53
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"My flatmate used to leave messages for me written on the toilet roll!" I'm wondering if this was for all the messages or just the sh*tty ones! hahaha!

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When you live with someone for long enough, eventually you'll see something you probably rather wouldn't. But what would you do if you saw something completely revolting� that was left deliberately� for you to see?

Mel sent me this story:

"I heard a story from a friend of mine about a housemate of hers, who she swapped bedrooms with before going interstate for a holiday. She needed somewhere to put her stuff temporarily as she had no cupboard so her housemate said he would lend her a set of drawers. She got him to put it in her room and she opened up the first drawer to find he had strategically (for reasons unknown) left a used condom just sitting there staring at her. The rest of the drawers were completely empty, so it was deduced that he had planted the franger! She confronted him and said something subtle about it (not wanting to touch it herself). He just looked non-phased and casual - she however, was freaked out and glad to be leaving soon."

I've got so many questions I don't know where to start, but perhaps I can cover it with just one: Why?

Got any ideas? Let me know below.

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Sharon
EMAIL: sharonxmwee@yahoo.com.au
DATE: 2006-06-01 13:23:21
hmmm.... maybe he wanted her and thought that if she saw the used condom she wld know that he was getting some and then get jealous and want him too?/ thats the first thing that came to my mind anyways... haha

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Mel sent me this story: "I heard a story from a friend of mine about a housemate of hers, who she swapped bedrooms with before going interstate for a holiday. She needed somewhere to put her stuff temporarily as she had no cupboard so her housemate said he would lend her a set of drawers. She got him to put it in her room and she opened up the first drawer to find he had strategically (for reasons unknown) left a used condom just sitting there staring at her. The rest of the drawers were completely empty, so it was deduced that he had planted the franger! She confronted him and said something subtle about it (not wanting to touch it herself). He just looked non-phased and casual - she however, was freaked out and glad to be leaving soon." I've got so many questions I don't know where to start, but perhaps I can cover it with just one: Why? Got any ideas? Let me know below.

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I've been thinking of how we choose our flatmates and what importance we place on looks versus cleanliness. I was going to run a poll but I'd rather hear what you guys think about it with comments....

Like, I mean, would you rather live with someone who isn't so pretty to look at but who kept the house spotlessly clean. Or would you prefer to have some serious eye-candy even if they left a trail of mess within the house?

Personally, I know I've� gone� for looks more than I should've in the past and it hasn't worked out so well, eventually they weren't so pretty at 7am standing in a huge� mess that they created but that I knew they'd never clean up.

Sigh. What do you think?

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Like, I mean, would you rather live with someone who isn't so pretty to look at but who kept the house spotlessly clean. Or would you prefer to have some serious eye-candy even if they left a trail of mess within the house? Personally, I know I've� gone� for looks more than I should've in the past and it hasn't worked out so well, eventually they weren't so pretty at 7am standing in a huge� mess that they created but that I knew they'd never clean up. Sigh. What do you think?

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Madonna has been encouraging us all to� confess all thats on our minds and Dee needed to share this story about a couple of weirdos that she once lived with...

"I used to live in Melbourne with my friend and her sister. Before moving in, i knew the sister had a history of depression and overall strangeness, however i was assured this was all way back in her highschool days (shes 23). So we 3 moved into a great house in south Melbourne.... All was fine until the sister started to show signs of being ...slightly abnormal. She would go for up to 4 days without uttering a word -AT ALL. She would remain silent and ignore any attempts to talk to her, and yet, when out of the house, my friend and i would recieve text messages asking us to buy things for her (eg: milk etc, as of course she does NOT leave the house under any circumstances). The record for her literally not stepping out the front door (except to get mail) was about 3 weeks. This made her pale and see-through like a leukemia patient. She only ate frozen poppers and a bit of chicken. She would watch EVERY channel at once by continually flicking , whilst taping another show. Literally she would watch a channel, and as soon as it got interesting she would change it, about 2 mins per channel id say. Any time i got a glass of water she would run in and say that the world will be out of water by 2020. WHAT THE HELL!! As i started to point out her problems and suggest she get help it stressed her out more and she began locking and unlocking doors for no apparent reason. One day my friend and i were in the backyard and as we went to come inside she had locked us out. We called out to her and in response she turned up her music. 10 mins later she came to the door and unlocked it, and as we followed her asking why she did it she ignored us (as of course she does not speak sometimes) and locked herself in her room for the rest of the day. I convinced her sister that she needed help and we confronted her, however the next day i came home to my friend with a pile of new clothes and cds that the sister had bought her. She wouldnt look me in the eye and had changed sides. i had to move out! in the 2 weeks leading up to my moving out, the sister made comments such as becuase she owned the fridge i could not use it!! Ridiculous i said and promised her that if she went on with this sh*t i would move all my appliances in and move hers out and then she would have to crawl to ME!. She would wake at 5am (when i have to get up to go in the morning), just so she knew what was going on. shed get up as soon as she thought i was up. The day she started locking and unlocking the doors with different keys (to make herself feel better??) i MOVED OUT!! And after all that i had to take them both to court to be freed from our 12 month lease. It was 7 weeks before we got to court and in that time i had paid nearly $800 in rent (when i was not there), which i will never see again. It was also a fight to get my bond back. These 2 sisters have very well off parents who right off their assets into their business so that their children can get support from the government and still be given up to $600 a week by their parents. Its disgusting behaviour, and due to paying rent in 2 places at once and not getting my bond back for so long i was forced to defer my course at uni! These girls are a drain on society (their parents should be ashamed but surprisingly condone this behaviour) and i suggest u beware their ads for new housemates. Their newest recruit, Belle, is regretting her decision im sure. So if u meet sisters name Mary and Melinda, and one looks like Mortisha Adams, run as fast as you can before they suck u dry of your money and your peace of mind. Thats about all - woo i feel better now "

Good for you Dee, glad to help you get that off your chest. Have you got something flatmate related that you want to confess? Do it now!

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Posted by davidw at 11:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"I used to live in Melbourne with my friend and her sister. Before moving in, i knew the sister had a history of depression and overall strangeness, however i was assured this was all way back in her highschool days (shes 23). So we 3 moved into a great house in south Melbourne.... All was fine until the sister started to show signs of being ...slightly abnormal. She would go for up to 4 days without uttering a word -AT ALL. She would remain silent and ignore any attempts to talk to her, and yet, when out of the house, my friend and i would recieve text messages asking us to buy things for her (eg: milk etc, as of course she does NOT leave the house under any circumstances). The record for her literally not stepping out the front door (except to get mail) was about 3 weeks. This made her pale and see-through like a leukemia patient. She only ate frozen poppers and a bit of chicken. She would watch EVERY channel at once by continually flicking , whilst taping another show. Literally she would watch a channel, and as soon as it got interesting she would change it, about 2 mins per channel id say. Any time i got a glass of water she would run in and say that the world will be out of water by 2020. WHAT THE HELL!! As i started to point out her problems and suggest she get help it stressed her out more and she began locking and unlocking doors for no apparent reason. One day my friend and i were in the backyard and as we went to come inside she had locked us out. We called out to her and in response she turned up her music. 10 mins later she came to the door and unlocked it, and as we followed her asking why she did it she ignored us (as of course she does not speak sometimes) and locked herself in her room for the rest of the day. I convinced her sister that she needed help and we confronted her, however the next day i came home to my friend with a pile of new clothes and cds that the sister had bought her. She wouldnt look me in the eye and had changed sides. i had to move out! in the 2 weeks leading up to my moving out, the sister made comments such as becuase she owned the fridge i could not use it!! Ridiculous i said and promised her that if she went on with this sh*t i would move all my appliances in and move hers out and then she would have to crawl to ME!. She would wake at 5am (when i have to get up to go in the morning), just so she knew what was going on. shed get up as soon as she thought i was up. The day she started locking and unlocking the doors with different keys (to make herself feel better??) i MOVED OUT!! And after all that i had to take them both to court to be freed from our 12 month lease. It was 7 weeks before we got to court and in that time i had paid nearly $800 in rent (when i was not there), which i will never see again. It was also a fight to get my bond back. These 2 sisters have very well off parents who right off their assets into their business so that their children can get support from the government and still be given up to $600 a week by their parents. Its disgusting behaviour, and due to paying rent in 2 places at once and not getting my bond back for so long i was forced to defer my course at uni! These girls are a drain on society (their parents should be ashamed but surprisingly condone this behaviour) and i suggest u beware their ads for new housemates. Their newest recruit, Belle, is regretting her decision im sure. So if u meet sisters name Mary and Melinda, and one looks like Mortisha Adams, run as fast as you can before they suck u dry of your money and your peace of mind. Thats about all - woo i feel better now " Good for you Dee, glad to help you get that off your chest. Have you got something flatmate related that you want to confess? Do it now!

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I've always been one to say that rules were made to be broken and it's served me pretty well over the years. But when I live with someone, there has to be a few rules to keep things ship-shape in the house but as Mel writes, sometimes rules can go too far....

"A while ago I found this ad at uni looking for a flatmate to share a unit with. Anyway after a successful interview I moved into the unit� and shortly afterwards I started having problems. The various problems included: 1. I was not allowed to have the lights on in more than one room at night. It was a huge crime against humanity on the few occassions I breached this rule. 2. I was told that the tumble dryer did not work but when I later tried it, after having to remove all these little knick knacks from inside it, it worked perfectly. 3. I was told off by a message on a Post-It note that was attached to the bathroom mirror for leaving a tiny bit of water on the bathroom floor (the puddle of water would not have been bigger than a 5 cent coin). 4. I was also told off when I admitted that I had accidentally set the security alarm off for a couple of minutes during the middle of the day, as it might upset the neighbours. 5. I became suspicious that my flatmate was reading my personal papers (ie pay slips) so I deliberately put some papers in specific positions to see what would happen and later found that these papers had been moved. Well I only stayed in this unit for a few months before I decided my sanity deserved better."

Whats the strangest rule that a flatmate has imposed on you (or tried to)? Did it work or did you break it every chance you got?

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: julie
EMAIL: dastardly_bastards@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-26 17:35:42
i lived in this six bedroom house in brisbane and in the year we rented the place from start to finish i had lived with 15 people, not to mention a record of 7 at one time.
I lived with a gay guy who was like a dad to me but would get drunk on cask wine and i'd have to put him to bed.
i lived with a guy who cremated pets for a living, was completly depressed, had a cupboard full of sleeping pills and stole our next door neighbours dog!
Then there was the stripper who used to "get ready" for work by hanging around in see through underwear while i was trying to eat dinner because it "helped her get in the mood". She had the unfortunate demise of hanging out with f**kwits who drugged her one night, reportedly raped her and then ran off with a bunch of our stuff. She meanwhile, in her haze, punched the front window, left a trail of blood through the house and due to severing a tendon in her thumb, now can't use her hand.
But the best by far was this guy who my mate dan and i met at the pub, who we lied to for six months by telling him that we were brother and sister, before coming out and telling him the truth before the stories of me and dan having sex came out- which they did, and it was awkward any way. But this piece of work guy got a free bed, only had to pay $40 p/w to live in the city and got free drugs from our other room mate. Only he never paid rent, ate everyone elses food never lifed a finger, except to put a hole in the wall- and was essentially the reason we got kicked out. he owed us heaps of money for bills and in completely his own style, tried to plea his case, then got angry at us for getting mad at him, and then when the words "we're taking you to court mother..." came out, he got rid of his phone and disappeared of the face of the earth.
Thanks to say i live with some better people now except that they're 4 new zealanders who have tastefully put up a sign in our loungeroom that reads -"the new zealand take-over"...yes, yes it is.

jules

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"A while ago I found this ad at uni looking for a flatmate to share a unit with. Anyway after a successful interview I moved into the unit� and shortly afterwards I started having problems. The various problems included: 1. I was not allowed to have the lights on in more than one room at night. It was a huge crime against humanity on the few occassions I breached this rule. 2. I was told that the tumble dryer did not work but when I later tried it, after having to remove all these little knick knacks from inside it, it worked perfectly. 3. I was told off by a message on a Post-It note that was attached to the bathroom mirror for leaving a tiny bit of water on the bathroom floor (the puddle of water would not have been bigger than a 5 cent coin). 4. I was also told off when I admitted that I had accidentally set the security alarm off for a couple of minutes during the middle of the day, as it might upset the neighbours. 5. I became suspicious that my flatmate was reading my personal papers (ie pay slips) so I deliberately put some papers in specific positions to see what would happen and later found that these papers had been moved. Well I only stayed in this unit for a few months before I decided my sanity deserved better." Whats the strangest rule that a flatmate has imposed on you (or tried to)? Did it work or did you break it every chance you got?

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An anonymous poster sent in this story of a wild house party� that had lots of cute girls, lots of booze, and lots of cleaning to do afterwards....

"We had a massive party one night courtesy of the Brisbane Sharehouse Network. Anyways, my housemate invited her petite little 'bacardi breezer' friends who nailed away a sh*t load of vodka each. One of them got so smashed she had to go pray to the porcelin gods. F*ckin TURN IT UP....That little whore blew chunks all over the back of the toilet wall and the side wall.... I dont actually think any spew went in the toilet. Then, one of my mates "fell asleep" on the lounge room floor while everyone else just walked over him... I woke up the next morning and the bastard spewed his dinner up on the beige carpet - which appeared to be a pretty tomatoey spag bol.....Scum bag! hahaha it was pretty hard to clean and ended up staining the carpet a weird orange colour...mmmm Thanks Des...."

If there is one thing I hate more than anything else, it's having to clean up someone else's spew. Got a good flatmate spew story you wanna share? Send it in or leave a comment below.

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Bianca
EMAIL: i-need-a-new-address@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-06-08 11:52:12
Thats Gross.. Im a sympothy spewer.. i couldnt clean it up

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"We had a massive party one night courtesy of the Brisbane Sharehouse Network. Anyways, my housemate invited her petite little 'bacardi breezer' friends who nailed away a sh*t load of vodka each. One of them got so smashed she had to go pray to the porcelin gods. F*ckin TURN IT UP....That little whore blew chunks all over the back of the toilet wall and the side wall.... I dont actually think any spew went in the toilet. Then, one of my mates "fell asleep" on the lounge room floor while everyone else just walked over him... I woke up the next morning and the bastard spewed his dinner up on the beige carpet - which appeared to be a pretty tomatoey spag bol.....Scum bag! hahaha it was pretty hard to clean and ended up staining the carpet a weird orange colour...mmmm Thanks Des...." If there is one thing I hate more than anything else, it's having to clean up someone else's spew. Got a good flatmate spew story you wanna share? Send it in or leave a comment below.

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Animals can be great companions, but what do you do when they become part of something more creepy? This story from Alexia is just plain strange....

"I once had the unique opportunity to live with "the cat's mohter". I moved into this persons place after answering an add and having to vacate my current premise in a hurry (another story, another day). Anyway, this girl had her own cat and after a little while I got a kitten myself.

One day my cat became sick and had to stay at the vets for observation - so the vet rings me one day saying they are getting persistent and numerous daily telephone calls from this girl asking about my cat and they said they wouldn't release any information. I said that's fine and I had a talk to her about it and she seemed fine and said she was just concerned and wouldn't do it again.

The very next day, the vet calls me again and says that she's now bringing her own cat in for visits! Things went down hill from there. She did other strange things also and once felt the need to explain to me in great deal about her rather large vaginal flaps - OMG!! Sick and strange little girl. "

Odd, strange, and peculiar I must say. I reckon I'd be outta there as soon as I realised she had a screw loose upstairs.

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Jacki
EMAIL: reply@home.com
DATE: 2006-06-15 23:34:12
Cats are dumb

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"I once had the unique opportunity to live with "the cat's mohter". I moved into this persons place after answering an add and having to vacate my current premise in a hurry (another story, another day). Anyway, this girl had her own cat and after a little while I got a kitten myself. One day my cat became sick and had to stay at the vets for observation - so the vet rings me one day saying they are getting persistent and numerous daily telephone calls from this girl asking about my cat and they said they wouldn't release any information. I said that's fine and I had a talk to her about it and she seemed fine and said she was just concerned and wouldn't do it again. The very next day, the vet calls me again and says that she's now bringing her own cat in for visits! Things went down hill from there. She did other strange things also and once felt the need to explain to me in great deal about her rather large vaginal flaps - OMG!! Sick and strange little girl. " Odd, strange, and peculiar I must say. I reckon I'd be outta there as soon as I realised she had a screw loose upstairs.

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Some of the stories you guys send in are often hilarious, like this story from Kitty about a weirdo, a shihtzu, Tarzan's Grip� and a set of false teeth....

"Much like John Birmingham, I have lived with a large assortment of mentallers. One of the shining stars of that motley crew of crazies would have to be 'M'. This is his story. Well, one of them anyway... M was an older guy, seedy as hell and a real whinger. I own a spoilt shihtzu, who is, despite being spoilt, quite well behaved.

The flatmate wore partial false teeth. Don't worry, I'm going somwhere with this... One day, I was watching the teev, minding my own business and in storms M. Flailing like a drunken loonie, he brandishes his falsies, which are snapped into two bits. "Your dog!" he shrieks, bansheelike - "broke my teeth!" I stared at him, bemused and with barely supressed mirth asked "He what?" "BROKE MY TEETH!!!" sez he. Unfortunately, this conjured images of the shihtzu, capering about the house with M's false choppers in his gob. "Err, righto then".

M stomped off, swearing like a sailors parrot and slammed his door. (I might add at this point, M was fond of blaming the dog for EVERYTHING. Most of which the poor maligned dog was simply not capable of doing). ANYWAY. A few hours later, I wandered into the loungeroom and there was M. Hunkered down over the coffee table 'repairing' his teeth. With TARZAN'S GRIP!! Creative (read: CHEAP) fellow that he was. Repair them he did, then popped them back in his mouth and went on his way.

A few days later, he was shrieking again. It traspired that one of the 'mended' teeth had snapped and he had swallowed a goodly portion. He was full of plans to retrieve said bit of tooth (in the interests of good taste, I shall leave his methods of doing so to your imagination) which thankfully, he never executed. Fortunately, his tenure was shortlived. We exchanged him for a brand new crazy. "

Sounds like he got what he deserved, yeah? hehe

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"Much like John Birmingham, I have lived with a large assortment of mentallers. One of the shining stars of that motley crew of crazies would have to be 'M'. This is his story. Well, one of them anyway... M was an older guy, seedy as hell and a real whinger. I own a spoilt shihtzu, who is, despite being spoilt, quite well behaved. The flatmate wore partial false teeth. Don't worry, I'm going somwhere with this... One day, I was watching the teev, minding my own business and in storms M. Flailing like a drunken loonie, he brandishes his falsies, which are snapped into two bits. "Your dog!" he shrieks, bansheelike - "broke my teeth!" I stared at him, bemused and with barely supressed mirth asked "He what?" "BROKE MY TEETH!!!" sez he. Unfortunately, this conjured images of the shihtzu, capering about the house with M's false choppers in his gob. "Err, righto then". M stomped off, swearing like a sailors parrot and slammed his door. (I might add at this point, M was fond of blaming the dog for EVERYTHING. Most of which the poor maligned dog was simply not capable of doing). ANYWAY. A few hours later, I wandered into the loungeroom and there was M. Hunkered down over the coffee table 'repairing' his teeth. With TARZAN'S GRIP!! Creative (read: CHEAP) fellow that he was. Repair them he did, then popped them back in his mouth and went on his way. A few days later, he was shrieking again. It traspired that one of the 'mended' teeth had snapped and he had swallowed a goodly portion. He was full of plans to retrieve said bit of tooth (in the interests of good taste, I shall leave his methods of doing so to your imagination) which thankfully, he never executed. Fortunately, his tenure was shortlived. We exchanged him for a brand new crazy. " Sounds like he got what he deserved, yeah? hehe

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With so many of you seemingly having bad flatmates, its a wonder that we all aren't living alone. Pperhaps if you are, you should remember this tale from Em about some flatmates that stole her stuff as they were leaving....

"My partner was working in a cafe and got to be good mates with the new chef. We had him and his partner over for drinks a few time and then decided we would ask them to move in. it was all good until new years when i refused to let his gf wear one of my dresses(she's 3 sizes bigger than me) she ran around the house yelling and screaming about how selfish i was and how everything was about me. needless to say things only got worse her partner would join in and constantly have abuse and have a go at me while my partner was at work. they ate all our food but anything they bought we were not allowed to touch on pain of death.

Evetually we asked them to move out which they did while we were both at work. they ended up going through our room and taking whatever they wanted dvds playstation games, they even went through our shed and took a brand new $600 tent that we hadent even used. when all was said and done we were done about $1000 and only managed to get about $500 worth of it back. We have now decided that no matter how well we think we know someone they can live and a gutter before we will let them live with us."

The worst I've suffered is a stolen CD or perhaps a tee-shirt or something like that. Have you ever had stuff stolen from you by a flatmate? What did they take and did you ever get it back?

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"My partner was working in a cafe and got to be good mates with the new chef. We had him and his partner over for drinks a few time and then decided we would ask them to move in. it was all good until new years when i refused to let his gf wear one of my dresses(she's 3 sizes bigger than me) she ran around the house yelling and screaming about how selfish i was and how everything was about me. needless to say things only got worse her partner would join in and constantly have abuse and have a go at me while my partner was at work. they ate all our food but anything they bought we were not allowed to touch on pain of death. Evetually we asked them to move out which they did while we were both at work. they ended up going through our room and taking whatever they wanted dvds playstation games, they even went through our shed and took a brand new $600 tent that we hadent even used. when all was said and done we were done about $1000 and only managed to get about $500 worth of it back. We have now decided that no matter how well we think we know someone they can live and a gutter before we will let them live with us." The worst I've suffered is a stolen CD or perhaps a tee-shirt or something like that. Have you ever had stuff stolen from you by a flatmate? What did they take and did you ever get it back?

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Some of you guys have lived with some truly frightening people. I'm wondering why most of you stayed on as long as you did cause I would've been outta there at the first sign� of psycho....

Nicole writes about a psycho that she once lived with...

"I had to live with a weirdo in a share house in Scotland, he would leave us little notes stuck to our doors with a 10inch kitchen knife!"

Now is this guy just being practical or practically scaring the sh*t out of his flatmates?

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: samantha
EMAIL: queen_cuteness13@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-06-17 16:10:54
i would say hes just trying to be scary or to get you to leave/move out of the house/aparmant

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Nicole writes about a psycho that she once lived with... "I had to live with a weirdo in a share house in Scotland, he would leave us little notes stuck to our doors with a 10inch kitchen knife!" Now is this guy just being practical or practically scaring the sh*t out of his flatmates?

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Hugh sent in a request for me to ask for your comments regarding a situation that he has found himself in. "What do you do when your flatmate moves their partner in but you still have to split all the bills 50/50?"

Good question Hugh and it's something that more than a few of us have probably experienced on some level.

Hugh says that the flatmates partner moved in without him being asked if it was ok, they are eating all the food, using all the amenities of the flat but they aren't contributing to the running of the household at all.

Hardly seems fair to me, I'd ask them for some $ pronto or give the pair of them marching orders. What do you guys think?

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Good question Hugh and it's something that more than a few of us have probably experienced on some level. Hugh says that the flatmates partner moved in without him being asked if it was ok, they are eating all the food, using all the amenities of the flat but they aren't contributing to the running of the household at all. Hardly seems fair to me, I'd ask them for some $ pronto or give the pair of them marching orders. What do you guys think?

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The picture submissions are a little slow - either you guys all live in pristine homes or none of you know how to work a camera :P I love looking at filth so send me your worst pics!

Here's another couple from Steve...

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That first pic nearly brough tears to my eyes with the sheer filth of it all.... Can you top that one? Send your pics in!

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Here's another couple from Steve... � That first pic nearly brough tears to my eyes with the sheer filth of it all.... Can you top that one? Send your pics in!

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Lots of things that you guys have sent in have just been unpublishable and have usually involved a bodily function of some sort, like this gross out from Kerrie....

"My flatmate Jesus (no lie) keeps a bottle to pee in by the side of his bed. This is even despite the fact that his bedroom door is less than 1/2 a meter from the bathroom. Oh, and he only empties it when it gets full."

Now thats just disgusting. What would he do if he brought a girl home, or do guys like this never bring girls home? And what about if he accidentally knocks it over, or it overflows? EEeeeewwwwwwwwww.

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Neil
EMAIL: neil@nironmedia.com.au
DATE: 2006-05-21 19:02:25
And you were wondering why the apple juice tasted funny...

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"My flatmate Jesus (no lie) keeps a bottle to pee in by the side of his bed. This is even despite the fact that his bedroom door is less than 1/2 a meter from the bathroom. Oh, and he only empties it when it gets full." Now thats just disgusting. What would he do if he brought a girl home, or do guys like this never bring girls home? And what about if he accidentally knocks it over, or it overflows? EEeeeewwwwwwwwww.

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And I don't mean do you retain things in your bottom haha!� Pebbles writes it's not just the super messy flatmates that are weird - at the other end of the spectrum are the super clean freaks...

"Everyone seem to complain about messy flatmates, try the otherend of the scale - anal to the point of so far up the arse its scary - and not just one but two of them. I share with two girls, over the last year I have learnt there is a correct way to do everything from washing the dishes before you put them in the dishwasher (otherwise the dishwasher gets dirty), then placing them correctly, making sure the toliet roll is never empty - because it has to be me - apparently I'm the only one in the house that shits (could explain thier moods), stove top should always be clean - usually just as you've cooked something & sat down to eat it. Still I'm sure they will get a hot shower the day I move out"

I've made no secret of the fact that as� a Virgo I like things to be done a certain way and this all seems normal to me, but the older I get I'm beginning to understand that I may indeed be the freak...

What's better - super messy or super clean? Let me know!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: nina
EMAIL: jraescott@bigpond.com.au
DATE: 2006-05-22 16:24:28
i guess it all boils down to a bit of judgment and common sense when you are looking to move into a place. If you are moving in with strangers a good idea is to actually visit them in the house a couple of times before moving in (if that's possible). This can work well both ways.

If you are say, a young student looking for your first place away from home, or a in a band or a big drinker or just want to party then its best not to go for a household that is occupied by 'health inspectors' that are a bit older and more likely to be set in their ways.

Thats a sweeping genralisation and I am aware that there are probably exceptions to that 'rule' but I hope you catch my drift
I actually know a bloke who is a health inspector that has some of the most unusual house hold habits I have seen

In the land of make believe where it rains ice cream and the grass tastes like peppermint a happy compromise would be the best outcome to disputes relating to cleanliness

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"Everyone seem to complain about messy flatmates, try the otherend of the scale - anal to the point of so far up the arse its scary - and not just one but two of them. I share with two girls, over the last year I have learnt there is a correct way to do everything from washing the dishes before you put them in the dishwasher (otherwise the dishwasher gets dirty), then placing them correctly, making sure the toliet roll is never empty - because it has to be me - apparently I'm the only one in the house that shits (could explain thier moods), stove top should always be clean - usually just as you've cooked something & sat down to eat it. Still I'm sure they will get a hot shower the day I move out" I've made no secret of the fact that as� a Virgo I like things to be done a certain way and this all seems normal to me, but the older I get I'm beginning to understand that I may indeed be the freak... What's better - super messy or super clean? Let me know!

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I've always viewed living with someone as a mere business transaction. I've never really wanted to be best friends with any of them, as nice as some of them have been. It's mainly cause when you need to end the transaction,� it sometimes get nasty, like this story from Bec shows...

"I had some horrible and nasty young little flatmates who thought that we should all be Best Mates (someone watched Friends too much) so because I didnt want to go clubbing to their choice of venue or do everything with them they decided that I was no longer welcome… .so as I moved out I broke both toilets so that they leaked over a bucket of water, put conditioner in their face cream, took their alcohol and left half empty bottles behind, left cream behind the lounge and in the bottom of their undie draws.

Also I arranged all the utilities to be disconnected on a Friday afternoon as they were all in my name!!! I can tell you now how happy they were all I can say is that they needed to grow up and learn to live in the real world!"

I gotta tell you, that Bec sounds like a first class pyscho b*tch! Have you ever lived with someone who got feral on the way out the door? Let me know all about it!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Corinna
EMAIL: scullyismyhero@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-21 18:22:13
Sounds like they're not the only ones who need to grow up. Seriously, didn't most people stop doing the "replace one sort of cream with another" thing in like 5th grade?

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"I had some horrible and nasty young little flatmates who thought that we should all be Best Mates (someone watched Friends too much) so because I didnt want to go clubbing to their choice of venue or do everything with them they decided that I was no longer welcome… .so as I moved out I broke both toilets so that they leaked over a bucket of water, put conditioner in their face cream, took their alcohol and left half empty bottles behind, left cream behind the lounge and in the bottom of their undie draws. Also I arranged all the utilities to be disconnected on a Friday afternoon as they were all in my name!!! I can tell you now how happy they were all I can say is that they needed to grow up and learn to live in the real world!" I gotta tell you, that Bec sounds like a first class pyscho b*tch! Have you ever lived with someone who got feral on the way out the door? Let me know all about it!

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This place is a massive pig-sty!

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Looks like Crap City

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Barely any room to sleep in this bed...

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Brendan
EMAIL: blackflyz_714@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-06-13 15:32:14
i am gonna spew on the ground!! :-))))))

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A number of stories that are coming through revolve around a flatmates boyfriend or girlfriend. It seems that while the flatmate themselves are often lovely, things can get real ugly with the extra person...

Aiko writes: "During highschool, I knew a girl named Lily and her sweetheart Ben. We weren't really friends, but we got to talking before graduation and found out that we would all be attending the same college, so we decided to rent a flat together and share it. Lily and Ben seemed like nice people at first, but oh, was I wrong...

On our first night there, Lily and Ben invited over TONS of people. I'm serious, I had no idea how they knew this many people in the area already. There were probably 100 of them shoved into a tiny flat and they were all roaring drunk. Ben came into my room and threw up on my bed then passed out on my floor. When I tried to move him into their bedroom Lily got mad. The next morning I had to clean vomit out of the carpets and kick out people who'd passed out.

Ben and Lily turned out to be huge slobs. They also were very loud in bed. After a few weeks I was near the breaking point. I was about to be shocked by what came next. Lily and Ben had a very loud fight one night, throwing around dishes in the kitchen and tipping over furniture. I stayed in my room. Ben eventually packed up and left. Lily came in and threw a textbook at me. It turns out that she found some of my panties and bras in his drawers, along with photos of me sleeping! I was appalled! Lily spent the rest of the night crying uncontrollably and screaming at me. In a few days, I'd packed up and left.

Two years later, I haven't seen Ben at all but I see Lily around campus, and she apparently has told people that I stole her boyfriend. Whatever."

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Aiko writes: "During highschool, I knew a girl named Lily and her sweetheart Ben. We weren't really friends, but we got to talking before graduation and found out that we would all be attending the same college, so we decided to rent a flat together and share it. Lily and Ben seemed like nice people at first, but oh, was I wrong... On our first night there, Lily and Ben invited over TONS of people. I'm serious, I had no idea how they knew this many people in the area already. There were probably 100 of them shoved into a tiny flat and they were all roaring drunk. Ben came into my room and threw up on my bed then passed out on my floor. When I tried to move him into their bedroom Lily got mad. The next morning I had to clean vomit out of the carpets and kick out people who'd passed out. Ben and Lily turned out to be huge slobs. They also were very loud in bed. After a few weeks I was near the breaking point. I was about to be shocked by what came next. Lily and Ben had a very loud fight one night, throwing around dishes in the kitchen and tipping over furniture. I stayed in my room. Ben eventually packed up and left. Lily came in and threw a textbook at me. It turns out that she found some of my panties and bras in his drawers, along with photos of me sleeping! I was appalled! Lily spent the rest of the night crying uncontrollably and screaming at me. In a few days, I'd packed up and left. Two years later, I haven't seen Ben at all but I see Lily around campus, and she apparently has told people that I stole her boyfriend. Whatever."

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It helps if the person that you live with has similar interests and beliefs to you. Otherwise things can get a little weird as this submission from Sally shows...

"My room mate turned out to be Catholic. Now under normal circumstances I have no problem with that, I have several good friends who are Catholic, and even though I am Pagan, we get along just fine. At first the two of us just didn't speak to each other, and if we did, I would initiate the conversations. Soon as she found out my religious choice though it all changed.

I slept up on the top bunk, and one night I awoke to her peering over the edge of my bed a cross raise up before her. She would be going out to her catholic youth worship circle and tell me that I should come along, 'it will be good for your soul.' My schedule was very weird, since I had full classes and was working two jobs, so I would often come back late at night, and when ever I did, she would freak out, and scurry into a corner to hold up her cross and mutter prayers. Apparently she thought I was always out late, worshipping the devil.

The last straw finally came one night when I awoke to her sprinkling me with Holy water and muttering prayers in an attempt to save my soul from the flame of hell and eternal damnation. She just wanted to free me from the daemon that had obviously possessed me. I moved out shortly after, but hey, at least she was 'concerned for my safety'."

I've been lucky and never lived with someone who was very religious, or at least practicing or whatever it's called but I can't imagine it would be any fun if you both worshipped different gods - surely it's a recipe for disaster? Got anything to share about this? Let me know or send it in!

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"My room mate turned out to be Catholic. Now under normal circumstances I have no problem with that, I have several good friends who are Catholic, and even though I am Pagan, we get along just fine. At first the two of us just didn't speak to each other, and if we did, I would initiate the conversations. Soon as she found out my religious choice though it all changed. I slept up on the top bunk, and one night I awoke to her peering over the edge of my bed a cross raise up before her. She would be going out to her catholic youth worship circle and tell me that I should come along, 'it will be good for your soul.' My schedule was very weird, since I had full classes and was working two jobs, so I would often come back late at night, and when ever I did, she would freak out, and scurry into a corner to hold up her cross and mutter prayers. Apparently she thought I was always out late, worshipping the devil. The last straw finally came one night when I awoke to her sprinkling me with Holy water and muttering prayers in an attempt to save my soul from the flame of hell and eternal damnation. She just wanted to free me from the daemon that had obviously possessed me. I moved out shortly after, but hey, at least she was 'concerned for my safety'." I've been lucky and never lived with someone who was very religious, or at least practicing or whatever it's called but I can't imagine it would be any fun if you both worshipped different gods - surely it's a recipe for disaster? Got anything to share about this? Let me know or send it in!

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Some of the stories that you guys have sent me have detailed some pretty horrible folks that you've lived with. But this story from Corinne I think is the worst by far....

"Last year, while at university, I lived in an on-campus apartment with 6 other girls. One girl, Lena, had moved in late, and admittedly, didn't fit in. First of all, she was the only black girl and the rest of us were white or latina. Don't get me wrong, none of us were racist... except Lena. When she got pissed off she would refer to us as "white bitches" and would constantly go on about how she didn't like most white people. Apparently, in her mind, racism was okay, provided it was black people hating white people.

But that was only the tip of the iceburg... One of the major problems we had with her was her constant partying. She'd come in drunk and high at all hours, usually having forgotten her door key, so she'd ring the doorbell continuously, or bang on our windows, until one of us let her in. And she’d usually have some noisy, annoying friends in tow. Now, when she first was moving in, she asked how we felt about her smoking weed, and we said it was cool, provided she didn't do it anywhere in the apartment. She adhered to that rule for nearly the entire first semester, then suddenly stopped caring despite us constantly asking her to smoke outside or at a friend’s place.

Furthermore, she said we were infringing on HER RIGHTS by asking her not to perform ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES in the house, which we could ALL get busted for. It stunk up the entire hallway so badly that I'd have to hole up in my room and turn off the heater so the smell wouldn't come in through the vents (the smoke literally made me ill). Her total apathy for our feelings was most apparent the day I walked in on her sorting her weed on the kitchen table. Her substance abuse wasn't just weed, but also drinking.

She'd come in SO drunk that she'd literally get lost on the way to her room... which was the FIRST door in the hallway. Once she threw up in the bathroom SINK and didn't even clean it up until the next day. She also used to dump her dirty bong water in the sink, but not rinse it out. We suggested the toilet because it's easily flush-able, but naturally she didn't listen. Other random atrocities include: blasting her music at ungodly early hours of the morning when the rest of us were sleeping, then getting mad at her roommate for typing at 2:00 in the afternoon while she was trying to nap; leaving empty food wrappers/containers on or even IN the couch or coffee tables for DAYS until someone else cleaned it up; leaving part of a BLUNT in the couch; leaving food out overnight and then getting mad at us for throwing it away; NEVER taking responsibility for cleaning her dishes; not cleaning up after her friends' messes; and a poor sense of personal hygeine.

As in, she once threw up a little on a sweatshirt, and then wore it for the next week without washing it. Not to mention the STENCH that came from her room. It literally smelled of ass, feet, and marijuana. We're also pretty sure she hadn't changed her sheets all year...

And lastly, my favorite story: One day she left her SHOES on the KITCHEN TABLE. Dirty shoes. Where people EAT. So I put them in her room with a note asking her to please not put shoes where we eat. She thought it was one of the other girls, and ripped her a new one, saying to never "disrespect" her stuff by "throwing" it on the floor, and not to touch her stuff ever. There were many other atrocities, but luckily I've blocked them from memory.

The worst part was, try as we might, we couldn't get her kicked out because none of the authorities ever caught her in the act of doing anything. Plus, when they asked us, right in front of her, if we'd ever seen her doing illegal stuff, we said no because she was INCREDIBLY intimidating. She never made a direct threat, but would often mention how she had "beat some bitch's ass" or taken one of our kitchen knives to a fight. Eventually, the hostility rose to such a level that she took the initiative and left. It was about the only mature thing she'd ever done..."

Is this girl the worst of all the flatmates? Does she deserve that title? Let me know below!

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"Last year, while at university, I lived in an on-campus apartment with 6 other girls. One girl, Lena, had moved in late, and admittedly, didn't fit in. First of all, she was the only black girl and the rest of us were white or latina. Don't get me wrong, none of us were racist... except Lena. When she got pissed off she would refer to us as "white bitches" and would constantly go on about how she didn't like most white people. Apparently, in her mind, racism was okay, provided it was black people hating white people. But that was only the tip of the iceburg... One of the major problems we had with her was her constant partying. She'd come in drunk and high at all hours, usually having forgotten her door key, so she'd ring the doorbell continuously, or bang on our windows, until one of us let her in. And she’d usually have some noisy, annoying friends in tow. Now, when she first was moving in, she asked how we felt about her smoking weed, and we said it was cool, provided she didn't do it anywhere in the apartment. She adhered to that rule for nearly the entire first semester, then suddenly stopped caring despite us constantly asking her to smoke outside or at a friend’s place. Furthermore, she said we were infringing on HER RIGHTS by asking her not to perform ILLEGAL ACTIVITIES in the house, which we could ALL get busted for. It stunk up the entire hallway so badly that I'd have to hole up in my room and turn off the heater so the smell wouldn't come in through the vents (the smoke literally made me ill). Her total apathy for our feelings was most apparent the day I walked in on her sorting her weed on the kitchen table. Her substance abuse wasn't just weed, but also drinking. She'd come in SO drunk that she'd literally get lost on the way to her room... which was the FIRST door in the hallway. Once she threw up in the bathroom SINK and didn't even clean it up until the next day. She also used to dump her dirty bong water in the sink, but not rinse it out. We suggested the toilet because it's easily flush-able, but naturally she didn't listen. Other random atrocities include: blasting her music at ungodly early hours of the morning when the rest of us were sleeping, then getting mad at her roommate for typing at 2:00 in the afternoon while she was trying to nap; leaving empty food wrappers/containers on or even IN the couch or coffee tables for DAYS until someone else cleaned it up; leaving part of a BLUNT in the couch; leaving food out overnight and then getting mad at us for throwing it away; NEVER taking responsibility for cleaning her dishes; not cleaning up after her friends' messes; and a poor sense of personal hygeine. As in, she once threw up a little on a sweatshirt, and then wore it for the next week without washing it. Not to mention the STENCH that came from her room. It literally smelled of ass, feet, and marijuana. We're also pretty sure she hadn't changed her sheets all year... And lastly, my favorite story: One day she left her SHOES on the KITCHEN TABLE. Dirty shoes. Where people EAT. So I put them in her room with a note asking her to please not put shoes where we eat. She thought it was one of the other girls, and ripped her a new one, saying to never "disrespect" her stuff by "throwing" it on the floor, and not to touch her stuff ever. There were many other atrocities, but luckily I've blocked them from memory. The worst part was, try as we might, we couldn't get her kicked out because none of the authorities ever caught her in the act of doing anything. Plus, when they asked us, right in front of her, if we'd ever seen her doing illegal stuff, we said no because she was INCREDIBLY intimidating. She never made a direct threat, but would often mention how she had "beat some bitch's ass" or taken one of our kitchen knives to a fight. Eventually, the hostility rose to such a level that she took the initiative and left. It was about the only mature thing she'd ever done..." Is this girl the worst of all the flatmates? Does she deserve that title? Let me know below!

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There is a saying (or variations thereof) that goes: Don't sh*t where you eat. You could apply to this to several situations like sports teams or work (Don't screw the crew or Fishing off the company wharves) but it's particularly apt for flatmates as this story from Andrew demonstrates...

"No pictures, but after reading some of your sorry entries, I have no problem in saying that you guys all had it easy. After my first year at uni, a group of us decided we'd like to live with each other in our "year out " You see, in London, there isn't enough student accommodation to go around, so the uni only offers you 2 years at most.

After having heard horror story after horror story, we carefully selected our friends and managed a good bunch. So, once all 6 of us had moved into a really cool house in north London, we were all happy. Until one was diagnosed with leukemia and had the rest of his life of any work. Our landlord came up with a substitute. A lovely american girl, brunette, sultry, very personable. Too personable as it turns out.

After a week she'd slept with all of us (and kept it secret from all of us). Unfortunately, "woody" as we knew him, had slept with the next door neighbour, who had also slept with the other of the two men I shared the house with. Sadly, he was going out with one of the girls we lived with who had shared her "personal toy" with another of the girls in our house. Trust me, it took a while to get to the bottom of it all.

I� personally slept with the third and final person in the house. Really, really fortunately because I haven't always been so insistant, used a condom on my encounter with this girl and so didn't spread it to Cathy, but there was a tense time where we had 2/3 or 4/6 of the house with ghonorreha. Burning pee and all. So, that bitch is safely back in america, that's all I can say."

Hmmmm, seems like there was a lot of bed-hopping going on there Andrew. What was the house like to live in afterwards - did you all distrust each other?

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"No pictures, but after reading some of your sorry entries, I have no problem in saying that you guys all had it easy. After my first year at uni, a group of us decided we'd like to live with each other in our "year out " You see, in London, there isn't enough student accommodation to go around, so the uni only offers you 2 years at most. After having heard horror story after horror story, we carefully selected our friends and managed a good bunch. So, once all 6 of us had moved into a really cool house in north London, we were all happy. Until one was diagnosed with leukemia and had the rest of his life of any work. Our landlord came up with a substitute. A lovely american girl, brunette, sultry, very personable. Too personable as it turns out. After a week she'd slept with all of us (and kept it secret from all of us). Unfortunately, "woody" as we knew him, had slept with the next door neighbour, who had also slept with the other of the two men I shared the house with. Sadly, he was going out with one of the girls we lived with who had shared her "personal toy" with another of the girls in our house. Trust me, it took a while to get to the bottom of it all. I� personally slept with the third and final person in the house. Really, really fortunately because I haven't always been so insistant, used a condom on my encounter with this girl and so didn't spread it to Cathy, but there was a tense time where we had 2/3 or 4/6 of the house with ghonorreha. Burning pee and all. So, that bitch is safely back in america, that's all I can say." Hmmmm, seems like there was a lot of bed-hopping going on there Andrew. What was the house like to live in afterwards - did you all distrust each other?

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We all know of a relationship that started out ok, but sometimes when you live with someone, it's better that you don't sleep with them, no matter how nice they are. This tale from Beth only reinforces the opinion held by many...

"I once lived with this guy. We'd been good friends for years! Known each other through High school and even through college... Well, my freshman year at college, his senior year at uni, we decided to move in together. We'd never had a relationship we'd just been good mates, and I mean really good mates we had the best time together and we'd have these deep talks for hours about everything. From nonsense, to school, life, our dreams/goals for the future, relationships, everything. I told him I was saving myself for the one man I knew I'd spend the rest of my life with.

And over the course of about 2 months of living together he'd worked his way into my heart. Brought me flowers and just little "thinking of you" things, a quote that reminded him of me, or leaving me a brief joke or message on my voicemail that he knew would make me laugh or smile, just stuff like that. Sweet things that endeared him to me even more than he already was.

He also knew of my self esteem issues, I mean, on the outside I was the all confidant, sexy, outgoing, and independant woman and all that jazz. But on the inside I was still the chubby girl in high school who guys flirted with but never dated. Before him I had never had any sort of boyfriend or relationship, I mean I'd dated one or two guys, and encountered a few jerks, but never a relationship of any sort... And he would just every occasionally say something like "If you were with me, I'd treat you like a queen!" or "Why didn't you and I ever go out?" and before I knew it we were dating.

Over the course of perhaps another couple months or so I was in love, or thought I was, didn't know any better. And I thought he loved me, he said he did, he showed by actions he did. So, here he was, one of my best friends, handsome, smart, someone who I thought loved me and saw me for who I actually was. Someone who knew me better than anyone else I knew, and who really seemed to respect and love me... Me!

One night, we get home, he opens a bottle of wine, normally I don't drink but he'd said it was a special night, anniversary of the first time he'd realized his feelings for me or some bollocks. And I CANNOT hold my liquor. It's why I don't drink, I'm such a lightweight. One glass and I was pretty much gone. You know... So we started fooling around a bit and he kept saying how beautiful I was, and how much he loved me and before I knew it, we were in bed together... Something I'd envisioned as magical since I was old enough to know what sex actually was and it barely lasts ten minutes before he's done?... I can barely remember feeling anything but a little pain and this overwhelming hurt and feeling of being dirty when it was over. I didn't know why I felt that way at the time. I had never had any prior experience to compare it to. I had no idea what was normal, what wasn't, but it still felt completely wrong. I wanted to be held, to be told it was alright, that I had no reason to feel that way, but he just got up and left, slept in his own room.

I cried myself to sleep that night, and over the course of the next week we barely saw each other. I know now he was avoiding me, hard to do sharing an apartment, but he managed it. He would stay extra hours at work, school, the library. And I, in turn did the same, to try and take my mind off of it, all the while thinking it had been me, that I had done something wrong... At the end of that heartwrenching week I checked my e-mail where I'd received a letter from him and it opened with "Hey" just hey, no "Dear Beth" or anything. Even before we moved in togerther, when we were just friends, he always greeted me, or wrote me starting with "Hey baby" or something silly... But it was just "hey" like I was some stupid giche he'd met at a party! He then wrote "I hope you didn't really think anything of what happened between us the other night... I was just using you for sex... Sorry..." Bull shit he was sorry!

In a moment of hysterics and hurtful anger, I threw his stereo out the window... Then went to stay with my friend Casey that night, went back to get the rest of my things later. I just don't understand... He'd gone through all of that, twisted and played with my emotions and feelings, for what? The gratification of knowing he'd been the one to pop my cherry? To be assure that, because I was a virgin, I must therefore be STD free? What? Why the hell would someone do that?

But it just goes to prove, even moreso, that no matter how much you think you know a person, deep down, do you really know them at all? I'm over it now but I still say bollocks to the bastard! And I hope he's reading this, or someone relates this to him... He knows who he is! He's a bleeding ponce and I hope some day a Lorraina Bobbett wannabe rips his balls off like a paper towell! Hell, I know if I ever see him again a swift, sharp stilletto heel kick to the groin is definitely going to be in order!"

Ouch! Has this happened to you or have you done this to someone else? Let me know!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Dave
EMAIL: brotheldog@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-22 20:29:34
Nothing wrong with this story...
He worked long and hard for his reward, can't blame him for that. Just put it down to bad timing.
Maybe it would have been more appropriate sending a letter to Dolly magazine.

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"I once lived with this guy. We'd been good friends for years! Known each other through High school and even through college... Well, my freshman year at college, his senior year at uni, we decided to move in together. We'd never had a relationship we'd just been good mates, and I mean really good mates we had the best time together and we'd have these deep talks for hours about everything. From nonsense, to school, life, our dreams/goals for the future, relationships, everything. I told him I was saving myself for the one man I knew I'd spend the rest of my life with. And over the course of about 2 months of living together he'd worked his way into my heart. Brought me flowers and just little "thinking of you" things, a quote that reminded him of me, or leaving me a brief joke or message on my voicemail that he knew would make me laugh or smile, just stuff like that. Sweet things that endeared him to me even more than he already was. He also knew of my self esteem issues, I mean, on the outside I was the all confidant, sexy, outgoing, and independant woman and all that jazz. But on the inside I was still the chubby girl in high school who guys flirted with but never dated. Before him I had never had any sort of boyfriend or relationship, I mean I'd dated one or two guys, and encountered a few jerks, but never a relationship of any sort... And he would just every occasionally say something like "If you were with me, I'd treat you like a queen!" or "Why didn't you and I ever go out?" and before I knew it we were dating. Over the course of perhaps another couple months or so I was in love, or thought I was, didn't know any better. And I thought he loved me, he said he did, he showed by actions he did. So, here he was, one of my best friends, handsome, smart, someone who I thought loved me and saw me for who I actually was. Someone who knew me better than anyone else I knew, and who really seemed to respect and love me... Me! One night, we get home, he opens a bottle of wine, normally I don't drink but he'd said it was a special night, anniversary of the first time he'd realized his feelings for me or some bollocks. And I CANNOT hold my liquor. It's why I don't drink, I'm such a lightweight. One glass and I was pretty much gone. You know... So we started fooling around a bit and he kept saying how beautiful I was, and how much he loved me and before I knew it, we were in bed together... Something I'd envisioned as magical since I was old enough to know what sex actually was and it barely lasts ten minutes before he's done?... I can barely remember feeling anything but a little pain and this overwhelming hurt and feeling of being dirty when it was over. I didn't know why I felt that way at the time. I had never had any prior experience to compare it to. I had no idea what was normal, what wasn't, but it still felt completely wrong. I wanted to be held, to be told it was alright, that I had no reason to feel that way, but he just got up and left, slept in his own room. I cried myself to sleep that night, and over the course of the next week we barely saw each other. I know now he was avoiding me, hard to do sharing an apartment, but he managed it. He would stay extra hours at work, school, the library. And I, in turn did the same, to try and take my mind off of it, all the while thinking it had been me, that I had done something wrong... At the end of that heartwrenching week I checked my e-mail where I'd received a letter from him and it opened with "Hey" just hey, no "Dear Beth" or anything. Even before we moved in togerther, when we were just friends, he always greeted me, or wrote me starting with "Hey baby" or something silly... But it was just "hey" like I was some stupid giche he'd met at a party! He then wrote "I hope you didn't really think anything of what happened between us the other night... I was just using you for sex... Sorry..." Bull shit he was sorry! In a moment of hysterics and hurtful anger, I threw his stereo out the window... Then went to stay with my friend Casey that night, went back to get the rest of my things later. I just don't understand... He'd gone through all of that, twisted and played with my emotions and feelings, for what? The gratification of knowing he'd been the one to pop my cherry? To be assure that, because I was a virgin, I must therefore be STD free? What? Why the hell would someone do that? But it just goes to prove, even moreso, that no matter how much you think you know a person, deep down, do you really know them at all? I'm over it now but I still say bollocks to the bastard! And I hope he's reading this, or someone relates this to him... He knows who he is! He's a bleeding ponce and I hope some day a Lorraina Bobbett wannabe rips his balls off like a paper towell! Hell, I know if I ever see him again a swift, sharp stilletto heel kick to the groin is definitely going to be in order!" Ouch! Has this happened to you or have you done this to someone else? Let me know!

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When you live with people you like, it can just be so great. One of the best things is that you look out for each other, especially after a big night out, or in...

Q just left me this comment which isn't so much weird as it is lovely - and I thought it was a nice change for the site...

"In my younger years when I was flatting, My great, best flatmate in the world and I had a rule. when going out, and then on returning later with or without a gaggle of friends in tow, we would call to warn them. Just incase they had passed out with their wangs or muffs exposed. Just common courtesy when sharing an envoriment. "

Hahaha, now where were you Q in my flat sharing days? I only ever got caught out once but there was a few red faces when it happened.

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Q just left me this comment which isn't so much weird as it is lovely - and I thought it was a nice change for the site... "In my younger years when I was flatting, My great, best flatmate in the world and I had a rule. when going out, and then on returning later with or without a gaggle of friends in tow, we would call to warn them. Just incase they had passed out with their wangs or muffs exposed. Just common courtesy when sharing an envoriment. " Hahaha, now where were you Q in my flat sharing days? I only ever got caught out once but there was a few red faces when it happened.

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I'm a Virgo. I live on my own because, well, other people tend to sh*t me up the wall when I have to share a house with them. I like things to be done a certain way. Does that make me weird? Nina certainly thinks so...

"There is another type of bad house mate, one that is often overlooked. That is the anal ‘obssesive disorder type. The type that is both the martyr and the facist. They assume they are the only one’s in the household that ever does anything the right way. the sort of person that aggravates the household because nothing is ever up to their standards. Like the mother in law who inspects the house with a white glove to check for dust.

I think house sharing is a contradiction in terms btw. unless people are prepared to be a bit more flexible in their attitudes they should go and live alone."

Point taken Nina, and just so you know, my friends have threatened to disown me if I ever move in with someone again so you're all safe for now haha!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: nina
EMAIL: jraescott@bigpond.com.au
DATE: 2006-05-19 13:54:35
LOL, the person I was talking about did happen to be a Virgo and she did end up living by herself.(maybe it was you) Lovely person really aside from her cleaning 'obssession'. Do you become nauseous when people cook eggs in the house? that was another of her little perks.

This subject got me thinking about household dynamics. I think especially in large share households that people subconciously assume 'family' roles.
Ie one becomes like a father..others mothers and some children.

I did find it disconcerting sometimes when she'd follow me around the house with a dustpan and broom LOL

When I first moved out of home my bedroom did resemble ground zero but I always made a point of trying to keep the 'shared' parts of the house tidy in consideration of the others.

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"There is another type of bad house mate, one that is often overlooked. That is the anal ‘obssesive disorder type. The type that is both the martyr and the facist. They assume they are the only one’s in the household that ever does anything the right way. the sort of person that aggravates the household because nothing is ever up to their standards. Like the mother in law who inspects the house with a white glove to check for dust. I think house sharing is a contradiction in terms btw. unless people are prepared to be a bit more flexible in their attitudes they should go and live alone." Point taken Nina, and just so you know, my friends have threatened to disown me if I ever move in with someone again so you're all safe for now haha!

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I've heard of people doing some strange things whilst they're asleep but this little story from Richie left me asking - what the?

"I’ve several stories about just one housemate… but the one that takes the cake would be his ’sleep-cooking’. As the other two of us in the house were working shifts, we assumed the continual, horrible oily mess in the kitchen pouring out of two frypans and half a box of ripped-open prawn crackers was the other’s fault. When noone confessed, we set up a camera in the kitchen and caught our third housemate doddling out of his bed at 3 am, eyes completely shut, cranking up the gas stove and cooking a few prawn crackers. He then ate one, threw the others in the bin and went back to bed. This all before leaning a bit too close to the webcam and moaning something along the lines of “meeeeaaaahhhmpphhhffaaawaaaagghh!”.

and these days people wonder what im on about when i ask them if they have any disturbing nocturnal habits…"

Well I've heard it all now. Know someone who� partakes in� weird nighttime activities? Send me your best stories now!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Charmain
EMAIL: hello334@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-24 14:57:43
Actually it is me with the weird sleeping habits. I knew i slept talked, and gave my flatmate fair warning, screaming into a pillow (i thought spiders were trying to eat me) and him having to wake me up was pretty weird, but the scariest one for both was when i slept drove. He watched me reverse out thinking i was awake (at 4 in the morning, i highly doubt that) and when he got out of his shower i was back in bed, car back and everything. To this day i still do not recall it. The only proof being my speedo....

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"I’ve several stories about just one housemate… but the one that takes the cake would be his ’sleep-cooking’. As the other two of us in the house were working shifts, we assumed the continual, horrible oily mess in the kitchen pouring out of two frypans and half a box of ripped-open prawn crackers was the other’s fault. When noone confessed, we set up a camera in the kitchen and caught our third housemate doddling out of his bed at 3 am, eyes completely shut, cranking up the gas stove and cooking a few prawn crackers. He then ate one, threw the others in the bin and went back to bed. This all before leaning a bit too close to the webcam and moaning something along the lines of “meeeeaaaahhhmpphhhffaaawaaaagghh!”. and these days people wonder what im on about when i ask them if they have any disturbing nocturnal habits…" Well I've heard it all now. Know someone who� partakes in� weird nighttime activities? Send me your best stories now!

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Remember the advertisements for that drink that tasted like Scotch Whiskey but wasn't? It was called Claytons and since then the term gets thrown about for a variety of things - like people who clean up but really don't, as this ode from Denise explains...

"My bestfriend/room mate Shari instead of cleaning off the coffee table she would put everything in a pile on the side and put any small thing (change, nail clippers, matches, candy) in my candle holders!! Then the wicks would break, so I would dump everything back out, 10 mins later it's back in there!!! It drove me nuts!"

If that happened to me, I'd find a different way of dealing with it rather than letting it happen again and again surely? What would you do?

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: nina
EMAIL: jraescott@bigpond.com.au
DATE: 2006-05-18 14:58:43
There is another type of bad house mate, one that is often overlooked. That is the anal 'obssesive disorder type. The type that is both the martyr and the facist. They assume they are the only one's in the household that ever does anything the right way. the sort of person that aggravates the household because nothing is ever up to their standards. Like the mother in law who inspects the house with a white glove to check for dust.

I think house sharing is a contradiction in terms btw. unless people are prepared to be a bit more flexible in their attitudes they should go and live alone.

Posted by davidw at 10:07 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

"My bestfriend/room mate Shari instead of cleaning off the coffee table she would put everything in a pile on the side and put any small thing (change, nail clippers, matches, candy) in my candle holders!! Then the wicks would break, so I would dump everything back out, 10 mins later it's back in there!!! It drove me nuts!" If that happened to me, I'd find a different way of dealing with it rather than letting it happen again and again surely? What would you do?

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As often happens, people often move in together for all different reasons. Sometimes it's to help a friend, at other times a financial necessity. This story from Heidi shows how easily things can go wrong and what can happen when they do...

"This girl I used to work with called me saying that she was moving back to the city after a messy divorce and asked if she could stay in my guest room until she got on her feet. At first was a great situation, my rent dropped and she seemed low maintenance. Then things started happening. She was drinking bottles of vodka in the afternoon, the house was always dark and reeked of smoke. Soon I found out she was stripping at the full nude club, and doing drugs.

When I confronted her she locked herself in her room, stopped paying rent, and started stealing my shit. Finally the police came and escorted her off the premises only to have her come back the next day and clear the place out while I was at work. At the same time she called a good friend and said I had an affair with her husband, told my boss I was stealing from the company, and my parents that I slept with my dad's business partner.

It has taken 4 months to recover financially and mentally, but I have learned my lesson about never having another flatmate again."

Another flatmate horror story. And after that I don't blame Heidi for wanting to live alone. A similar thing happened to me too, and after that experience I vowed never to have a flatmate again.

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: QQ
EMAIL: qweenqwystel@yahoo.com.au
DATE: 2006-05-18 17:24:00
Why didn't you change the locks after the police arrived? One would do that to protect their property. It is rather simple as locksmiths are on call 24 hours a day, well that's what i did after I told my monster flatmate to leave.

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"This girl I used to work with called me saying that she was moving back to the city after a messy divorce and asked if she could stay in my guest room until she got on her feet. At first was a great situation, my rent dropped and she seemed low maintenance. Then things started happening. She was drinking bottles of vodka in the afternoon, the house was always dark and reeked of smoke. Soon I found out she was stripping at the full nude club, and doing drugs. When I confronted her she locked herself in her room, stopped paying rent, and started stealing my shit. Finally the police came and escorted her off the premises only to have her come back the next day and clear the place out while I was at work. At the same time she called a good friend and said I had an affair with her husband, told my boss I was stealing from the company, and my parents that I slept with my dad's business partner. It has taken 4 months to recover financially and mentally, but I have learned my lesson about never having another flatmate again." Another flatmate horror story. And after that I don't blame Heidi for wanting to live alone. A similar thing happened to me too, and after that experience I vowed never to have a flatmate again.

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These are� new terms that I've coined for those that have a fear or inability to clean up after themselves. I hate to think what people who are considering living with someone new whilst reading this site must be thinking with all these stories about filthy flatmates...

Jessica from the US wrote to me detailing her experiences with some UK flatmates....

"I'm an American studying in the UK, and my 3 uni flatmates aren't weird, they're just vile! First, the kitchen: they will make a full 3 course meal, yet never put any of the food back in the refrigerator or clean the pots, pans, and plates they used. My refusal to tidy up after them only means things gets moldy, crusted, foul smelling, and I've come home from holiday to find large flies buzzing about the kitchen! Also, they throw rubbish in the bin, and even tie the bag up when full, but never take it out. There's about 10 bags of rubbish just sitting there unless I take them out. Next, the shower: the boys, quite frankly, pee in the shower, and they're proud of it! There's a growing yellow mark on one of the walls, not to mention that distinct smell... Finally, the cleptomania: I couldn't tell you who's been taking random things, but all of us have suffered from it. Problem is, I've often been woken up in the middle of the night by my flatmates talking loudly about how I must be the thief because I'm "American and all Americans hate England and English people" (Why would I fly across the Atlantic to study in a place I hated?Honestly). Despite having lost many an item as well money to the infamous clepto roaming our flat, I have been pegged as the guilty party. I even had a university official come in and check my room in front of them to show that I didn't have what they claimed was stolen. Their response? "She's hidden our stuff somewhere else then!". There's just no pleasing some people."

There's now been a couple of stories about people having all sorts of trouble with their international flatmates and so it got me to thinking - Are international flatmates worse than local ones? And if so, which country produces the worst flatmates? Leave your comments below!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: slawek
EMAIL: ssslawek@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-17 17:15:28
they simply dont like you, and wnat you to move out
i hope you ll find better mates
s
ps. read: The House Band

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Jessica from the US wrote to me detailing her experiences with some UK flatmates.... "I'm an American studying in the UK, and my 3 uni flatmates aren't weird, they're just vile! First, the kitchen: they will make a full 3 course meal, yet never put any of the food back in the refrigerator or clean the pots, pans, and plates they used. My refusal to tidy up after them only means things gets moldy, crusted, foul smelling, and I've come home from holiday to find large flies buzzing about the kitchen! Also, they throw rubbish in the bin, and even tie the bag up when full, but never take it out. There's about 10 bags of rubbish just sitting there unless I take them out. Next, the shower: the boys, quite frankly, pee in the shower, and they're proud of it! There's a growing yellow mark on one of the walls, not to mention that distinct smell... Finally, the cleptomania: I couldn't tell you who's been taking random things, but all of us have suffered from it. Problem is, I've often been woken up in the middle of the night by my flatmates talking loudly about how I must be the thief because I'm "American and all Americans hate England and English people" (Why would I fly across the Atlantic to study in a place I hated?Honestly). Despite having lost many an item as well money to the infamous clepto roaming our flat, I have been pegged as the guilty party. I even had a university official come in and check my room in front of them to show that I didn't have what they claimed was stolen. Their response? "She's hidden our stuff somewhere else then!". There's just no pleasing some people." There's now been a couple of stories about people having all sorts of trouble with their international flatmates and so it got me to thinking - Are international flatmates worse than local ones? And if so, which country produces the worst flatmates? Leave your comments below!

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When things go sour between flatmates, there is always the temptation to want to exact revenge upon those who've crossed us. I know I've been tempted before but I've never really gone through with it, unlike Rob who added a little something to the booze....

"I apparently was tried and convicted before I knew I was in trouble. I was blamed for something completely wrong and after a day of moving furniture, came home to a punch in the face. Things were "settled" and I didn't get a damn apology. I also was not invited to a party the following week so I showed up anyway and brought "booze". I let all them know exactly what I thought of them ,grabbed my stuff but left the booze there. A friend knew about the booze because I put exlax in it. He later confirmed that they drank it and had a terrible night!!!

Hahahha! Now I love reading this kind of sh*t! Have you ever exacted your revenge on bad flatmates and what did you do? Leave a comment below or send your story in!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: jordan
EMAIL: xorangehottie18x@aol.com
DATE: 2006-05-17 11:51:21
~my friend gott pissed at me and trash my house while i was away for the weekend and to get her back� I took her to the liquor store and bought booze and got her real drunk. I took pics of her when she was drunk doing stupid stuff� and showed it too every one of her relatives and friends and we havent spoken to dis day!!!thats funny as hell aint it??rate it!!~you no you would of done the same thang!!!~

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"I apparently was tried and convicted before I knew I was in trouble. I was blamed for something completely wrong and after a day of moving furniture, came home to a punch in the face. Things were "settled" and I didn't get a damn apology. I also was not invited to a party the following week so I showed up anyway and brought "booze". I let all them know exactly what I thought of them ,grabbed my stuff but left the booze there. A friend knew about the booze because I put exlax in it. He later confirmed that they drank it and had a terrible night!!! Hahahha! Now I love reading this kind of sh*t! Have you ever exacted your revenge on bad flatmates and what did you do? Leave a comment below or send your story in!

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The poll I ran on the site last week was pretty popular with many hundreds of you voting about toothbrush hygiene. I always think its hilarious the way that we react to someone using our toothbrush considering what some of us are quite happy to put in our mouths...

Would you use your flatmate's toothbrush?

Euyuk! Never! = 52 percent

Only to clean the loo = 37 percent

Always do = 7 percent

I don't even use my own = 4 percent

This weeks poll is "How matey are you with your flatmates?". Vote now!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: maemelt
EMAIL: maemet@sbcglobal.net
DATE: 2006-05-17 11:57:23
that freaking asshole peed on my toothbrush, then put a pubic hair on it just to make sure i got the message. i am not the first, but if he will do it to someone else he will do it to you!

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Would you use your flatmate's toothbrush? Euyuk! Never! = 52 percent Only to clean the loo = 37 percent Always do = 7 percent I don't even use my own = 4 percent This weeks poll is "How matey are you with your flatmates?". Vote now!

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Flatmates can be awfully weird at times and sometimes, they get just a little scary like this story from Nat demonstrates...

"hey, not so much a funny weird but perhaps a bit weird. just moved out of this house thankfully. this woman i lived with was just a mess, long story short, she saw a psychic every fortnight and she totally believed everything this woman was telling her. she came home oneday and i asked her what was wrong: "just went to see margret*, she told me I was living with someone who was an acholoic and drug user and that things would start going missing, do you do drugs: actually she accused me and the other housemate for months of this. pure mental torture. backstabbing etc. never live with females ever again. thats not really the full story but you get the idea. ha, I need councelling after the torment this woman has put me through. needed to get that off my chest. cheers,"

Hey Nat, thanks for stopping by the Weird Flatmate confessional and sharing your story with us all. Sure is scary out there in flatmate land! Got a scary story to share with us? Leave your comment or send it in!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Brine
EMAIL: germanyfunfun@yahoo.com
DATE: 2006-05-16 10:41:54
Your grammar is phenomenal.

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"hey, not so much a funny weird but perhaps a bit weird. just moved out of this house thankfully. this woman i lived with was just a mess, long story short, she saw a psychic every fortnight and she totally believed everything this woman was telling her. she came home oneday and i asked her what was wrong: "just went to see margret*, she told me I was living with someone who was an acholoic and drug user and that things would start going missing, do you do drugs: actually she accused me and the other housemate for months of this. pure mental torture. backstabbing etc. never live with females ever again. thats not really the full story but you get the idea. ha, I need councelling after the torment this woman has put me through. needed to get that off my chest. cheers," Hey Nat, thanks for stopping by the Weird Flatmate confessional and sharing your story with us all. Sure is scary out there in flatmate land! Got a scary story to share with us? Leave your comment or send it in!

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The video that my sponsors made depicting one of the weirdest flatmates you'd ever be likely to encounter has been veiwed by hundreds of thousands of people the world over. So it really shouldn't come as any surprise to learn that "Dave the Weirdo" now has his own fanclub...

Run by a guy called Danny� in Melbourne, Australia, the Fan Club hosted by MySpace is the place for fans of Weirdo Dave to get together and discuss all things Dave and weirdos, or maybe just Dave the Weirdo. The group has 60 members and is growing quickly. Maybe it will convince the powers to be to make up a new video showing Dave doing more weird things. Got any suggestions as to what he could do in Part 2?

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Run by a guy called Danny� in Melbourne, Australia, the Fan Club hosted by MySpace is the place for fans of Weirdo Dave to get together and discuss all things Dave and weirdos, or maybe just Dave the Weirdo. The group has 60 members and is growing quickly. Maybe it will convince the powers to be to make up a new video showing Dave doing more weird things. Got any suggestions as to what he could do in Part 2?

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For those of you unfamilar with the term Kleptomania - it's applied to people who have strong repeated urges to steal stuff. I've lived with one Klepto and never again. Michael sent in this tragic tale� about a guy called Tim who couldn't help but steal....

"so this guy we'll call tim was staying with me and my roomate for about 4 months. he was so nasty that i lost a girlfriend cause she didnt want to come over anymore. tim lived on the couch and payed no bills, burnt a hole in my blanket and couch, i actually had to put him out one night cause he was on fire. after all the bad teeth, nasty socks and fire damage, his mother was coming to pick him up. so i had to work and my real roomate did too so i left and told him to lock the door when he leaves. now tim has a history of stealing things so when i got home from work he was gone and the first thing i did was see if he stole anything. my playstation and cd's were still there but he stole all my change. i had 80 plus dollars in change and he stole the change from my roomate off his desk. the thing i want to know is ,did he think i wouldnt know who stole it? but i was just happy to see him go so i didnt persue it further, live and learn."

My big fear when moving out of somewhere or having someone move out from me was what would get stolen. I was always pretty lucky but over the years I've heard of some real horror stories. Have you got something� on your mind about someone� that stole from you? Let me know!�

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Jp
EMAIL: joe_monkey@yahoo.com
DATE: 2006-05-17 11:41:58
hi u lucky

Posted by davidw at 12:21 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"so this guy we'll call tim was staying with me and my roomate for about 4 months. he was so nasty that i lost a girlfriend cause she didnt want to come over anymore. tim lived on the couch and payed no bills, burnt a hole in my blanket and couch, i actually had to put him out one night cause he was on fire. after all the bad teeth, nasty socks and fire damage, his mother was coming to pick him up. so i had to work and my real roomate did too so i left and told him to lock the door when he leaves. now tim has a history of stealing things so when i got home from work he was gone and the first thing i did was see if he stole anything. my playstation and cd's were still there but he stole all my change. i had 80 plus dollars in change and he stole the change from my roomate off his desk. the thing i want to know is ,did he think i wouldnt know who stole it? but i was just happy to see him go so i didnt persue it further, live and learn." My big fear when moving out of somewhere or having someone move out from me was what would get stolen. I was always pretty lucky but over the years I've heard of some real horror stories. Have you got something� on your mind about someone� that stole from you? Let me know!�

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I got this tale a few days ago and I reckon the writer, Liz,� is the weird one. She seems to think it's ok to go snooping about her flatmates stuff as her story shows...

"I normally wouldn’t snoop, but I had the most wretched roommate and once $180 (US) of mine from a job that paid cash (TV gig–I’m a theatre student) went missing. I turned my room over and couldn’t find it, and she really was the kind of person who’d steal from me. So I went searching through her stuff. I ended up not finding anything of mine and my money turned up at my parent’s home. Really, though, it was about the one thing she DIDN’T do was steal from me. "

Nice, real nice Liz. No wonder your flatmate did some horrible stuff to you if this is what you were doing to her....

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Chelsea-Anne L. Harrington
EMAIL: oogioamingoo@aol.com
DATE: 2006-05-17 15:48:51
You know, really, I don't blame Liz. I had a roommate once who i suspected of everything, and i was always pretty much right about it.

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"I normally wouldn’t snoop, but I had the most wretched roommate and once $180 (US) of mine from a job that paid cash (TV gig–I’m a theatre student) went missing. I turned my room over and couldn’t find it, and she really was the kind of person who’d steal from me. So I went searching through her stuff. I ended up not finding anything of mine and my money turned up at my parent’s home. Really, though, it was about the one thing she DIDN’T do was steal from me. " Nice, real nice Liz. No wonder your flatmate did some horrible stuff to you if this is what you were doing to her....

Posted by davidw at 09:43 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

When you share your house with someone there is an enormous amount of trust that is involved. Plus you should always be able to feel secure in your own home. So what happens when you get that feeling that something isn't quite right? Claire� shares her chilling tale...

"I used to always feel like I was being watched when I was in the shower or changing in my bedroom. I’d wake up thinking there was someone in my room. I asked my flatmate if he had been feeling the same way. He just shrugged. A couple months later I was cleaning up, and I put something he left out back in his room. I accidently knocked a folder off his dresser. There were pictures of me! Some Of me in the shower, some of me topless in my room, tons of me sleeping!! He even went as far as to take off my clothes while I was unconsious (I think they were from a night I came home and passed out due to too much partying). It turns out he had set up hidden cameras in my room & shower and was videotaping me, then editing it on his computer and selling it as porn. It was one of the worst experiences of my life, and needless to say, I don’t share a flat with him anymore, I had him arrested."

Poor Claire, I don't blame her for not wanting to live with someone again after that. Nightmare! Has something like this happened to you? What did you do?

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Nick O'Reilley
EMAIL: etherbunny@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-15 13:53:58
I live in the Us. A few years ago I worked with two girls who lived together & had been friends for a long time. They were heavy duty party girls & were what you would call "fast" & I would call "really, really slutty." One day one of them, whom I will call Meryl, didn't come in to work & the other, whom I will call Carron, said she was really scared.

Meryl had been dating a guy named JJ. Seemed he was cute & was supplying her with pot. Meryl & Carrol had a rotweiller Being as they had this big dog, the girls didn't really think about the lack of locks on their house. Neither the front nor the back door locked properly & they never got the landlord to fix them. Anyone could have gotten into their house at any time, but they thought their dog would scare out any intruder.

Meryl eventually broke up with JJ, but as she wanted to keep receiving drugs, she told him she still wanted to still be "friends" with him.

One day, Merly came home & she saw some stuff had been moved from the shelf in her closet. She called Carron in & they searched the room & they found that a camera had been hidden behind her dresser. They ran the video back to find that JJ had been taping her for some time from the closet, but had moved the camera to film himself molesting Meryl one night when she had come home extremely blitzed & passed out. JJ had been to the house so many times the dog didn't think he was a threat & apparently just ignored him as he came & went. Who knows how long he had been taping her, what had been happening when she was so drunk she passed out (as she often did,) & what JJ had done with the tapes?

Carron immediately had a friend put locks on the doors. Meryl called JJ to accuse him & tell him she would never talk to him again. She didn't want to turn the tapes over to the police because she was afraid of getting in trouble if JJ said she was using drugs, plus she was actually engaged to a guy in another state & she was afraid he would find out & kill both JJ & her.

JJ, being a psycho, of course could not believe that he had done anything wrong or the Meryl could stop loving him. He thought that Carron was responsible for making Meryl stop seeing him, so, still thinking he could come into the house anytime he pleased, he came to the back door & tried to sneak in to talk to Meryl.

When he couldn't, he started screaming at her to let him in. Carron went to the door to tell him to go away. He screamed that he was going to kill Carron so Meryl would be his girlfriend again. Meryl heard all this but she just hid in the basement.

JJ started beating & kicking on the door so hard Carron had to force it back with her body, & she thought it was going to come off the hinges. Eventually some neighbor called out to see what was happening & JJ left, but he repeated the behavior about a week later, swearing he was going to kill Carron.

Carron was getting pretty mad becasue she felt like Meryl's actions were endangering her & Meryl wouldn't do anything, she would just hide & let Carron take the brunt of it. They had no proof to take to the police because Meryl had erased the tapes. I advised Carron that she better call the police next time JJ appeared no matter what, because I thought both of them were going to end up being murdered. Carron confronted Meryl & told her that she had to do something to end the situation.

You will not believe this but it is true. Meryl went to JJ's house to confront him & get some of her possessions back. She got stoned with him, & they agreed to be friends. Carron thought Meryl was completely crazy at the time, but JJ did stop coming around at night.

About two months later, Carron very nonchalantly told me the Meryl was dating JJ again. Carron didn't seem mad or surprised or even like she cared at all. As Meryl had told her, ""JJ was cute & he had great pot." Apparently some of that weed got to Carron in order for her to overlook the fact that JJ had threatened her life over & over again.

This story is completely true. So many mistakes were made, obvioulsy there were much better ways to handle a psycho stalker (like put locks on your doors, call the police, etc.)

But the moral of the story here is: at least Meryl & Carron found each other as roommates. They could have been making two other people so very unhappy & at least they kept JJ entertained for awhile. Who knows who he is harrassing now that they have left the state?

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"I used to always feel like I was being watched when I was in the shower or changing in my bedroom. I’d wake up thinking there was someone in my room. I asked my flatmate if he had been feeling the same way. He just shrugged. A couple months later I was cleaning up, and I put something he left out back in his room. I accidently knocked a folder off his dresser. There were pictures of me! Some Of me in the shower, some of me topless in my room, tons of me sleeping!! He even went as far as to take off my clothes while I was unconsious (I think they were from a night I came home and passed out due to too much partying). It turns out he had set up hidden cameras in my room & shower and was videotaping me, then editing it on his computer and selling it as porn. It was one of the worst experiences of my life, and needless to say, I don’t share a flat with him anymore, I had him arrested." Poor Claire, I don't blame her for not wanting to live with someone again after that. Nightmare! Has something like this happened to you? What did you do?

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Further to the tale about the guy who's kitchen was turned into a candle making factory, Mario sent me this strange story about living with his Mother...

"I do not have a room mate, but as I was reading this, I could only think of my mom. She has collected over 60 cuckoo clocks. Each one running! They are mostly in 2 rooms, but others remain in other rooms. They are constantly going off. She has about 20 left over for parts in her work shop. This is, like you said, a home turned factory."

Okkaaaaayyyy.

I mean, I have a collection of something that I won't disclose here but I'm very discrete and keep it out of public view so as not to be judged any more harshly than I already am, but Cuckoo clocks? And spare parts? Someone might suggest that she has a couple of parts missing herself....hahaha!

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"I do not have a room mate, but as I was reading this, I could only think of my mom. She has collected over 60 cuckoo clocks. Each one running! They are mostly in 2 rooms, but others remain in other rooms. They are constantly going off. She has about 20 left over for parts in her work shop. This is, like you said, a home turned factory." Okkaaaaayyyy. I mean, I have a collection of something that I won't disclose here but I'm very discrete and keep it out of public view so as not to be judged any more harshly than I already am, but Cuckoo clocks? And spare parts? Someone might suggest that she has a couple of parts missing herself....hahaha!

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As a young, poor student I know I was more than a little naive about a lot in life, so I can totally� relate to Lauren's story about her fantasy college living arrangements.....that went horribly, horribly wrong....

"I changed colleges my third year and moved to Arizona where I didn't know anyone. I wanted to live in a nice, luxury condo development and found one that was like club med for drunk, half naked college students. Perfect I thought. Only catch was they only had openings if you were willing to move in with someone who already lived there because of availability. I agreed to move in with what seemed to be a nice enough girl from Beverley Hills.

She of course turned out to be a complete disaster. Beyond that she was flat out annoying she was a complete slob. I mean like dishes for miles that never got done. She would follow me to parties and people would ask who brought the annoying fat girl and I would spend the rest of the night trying to escape from her. She eventually moved in her trashy townie bf, 3 dogs and a cat into our luxury, pet-free flat. I suppose everyone has had a roommate like this but she did something that takes the cake, or salmon in this case.

One night I came home from work and before I even got my key in the door I could smell a putrid, toxic stench seeping from our place. Our front door opened into our kitchen and when I got inside the whole place smelled like a nuclear war head had crashed into a fishing boat. I literally gagged and stumbled into my bedroom which also smelled like a contaminated cannery. After finding a shirt to put over my nose I braved the kitchen once more to find that the stupid bitch had actually tried to cook. Tried being the operative word.

She had gone to the store and bought a package of salmon, come home and turned the oven to 500 degrees and taken the plastic off of the salmon. She then put the salmon which was still in its blue styrofoam plastic lined tray onto a cookie sheet and left in the oven for like half an hour. It was completely corrosive with bits of salmon stuck in it and as I stood dry heaving in my kitchen shocked at what I was actually seeing my roommate walks out and says "I don't feel good, I ate some of that salmon but I don't think it cooked long enough" and then grabbed a soda and went back to her room. She actually ate it.

Unfuckingbelievable."

Couldn't have said it better myself Lauren. What happens to people like this girl that Lauren shared with?� Do they sort their shit out or do they inflict themselves upon others until someone slaps them? Let me know what� you think.�

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: kevin
EMAIL: kevfly16@yahoo.com
DATE: 2006-05-13 13:06:10
this story was hilarious it was the best one i heard from now on.If i had to judge from a scale to ten i would definately give this a ten. There is no doubt in my mind that this one was the best out of all of them except bad, bad, flatmate. pretty much they have the same plot and the same solution. But problems or reasonsn for y leaving.

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"I changed colleges my third year and moved to Arizona where I didn't know anyone. I wanted to live in a nice, luxury condo development and found one that was like club med for drunk, half naked college students. Perfect I thought. Only catch was they only had openings if you were willing to move in with someone who already lived there because of availability. I agreed to move in with what seemed to be a nice enough girl from Beverley Hills. She of course turned out to be a complete disaster. Beyond that she was flat out annoying she was a complete slob. I mean like dishes for miles that never got done. She would follow me to parties and people would ask who brought the annoying fat girl and I would spend the rest of the night trying to escape from her. She eventually moved in her trashy townie bf, 3 dogs and a cat into our luxury, pet-free flat. I suppose everyone has had a roommate like this but she did something that takes the cake, or salmon in this case. One night I came home from work and before I even got my key in the door I could smell a putrid, toxic stench seeping from our place. Our front door opened into our kitchen and when I got inside the whole place smelled like a nuclear war head had crashed into a fishing boat. I literally gagged and stumbled into my bedroom which also smelled like a contaminated cannery. After finding a shirt to put over my nose I braved the kitchen once more to find that the stupid bitch had actually tried to cook. Tried being the operative word. She had gone to the store and bought a package of salmon, come home and turned the oven to 500 degrees and taken the plastic off of the salmon. She then put the salmon which was still in its blue styrofoam plastic lined tray onto a cookie sheet and left in the oven for like half an hour. It was completely corrosive with bits of salmon stuck in it and as I stood dry heaving in my kitchen shocked at what I was actually seeing my roommate walks out and says "I don't feel good, I ate some of that salmon but I don't think it cooked long enough" and then grabbed a soda and went back to her room. She actually ate it. Unfuckingbelievable." Couldn't have said it better myself Lauren. What happens to people like this girl that Lauren shared with?� Do they sort their shit out or do they inflict themselves upon others until someone slaps them? Let me know what� you think.�

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Another in this current series of the World's Worst Flatmates with all the things I love to cringe at - maggots,� sex and just a hint of madness!

Sandy forwarded me this horror story about a flatmate situation that she endured...

"I had a flatmate from hell. This certain person generates alot of interest when I talk about the things he has done. For starters, he was like every other 'bad flatmate' stereotype. Fat, lazy, rude and got everything handed to him on a plate. I moved in with my boyfriend last September and 'bad flatmate' had been a friend for some time. But no one really knows what a person is like until you live with them. The three of us started of okay....

He NEVER did the dishes, I mean NEVER. It got so bad, I was cleaning HIS room one day and found 3 week old chicken pieces with maggots in them. He would beat off in the bathroom and use our towels for clean up. He used to take care of the pool and chlorinate it. It was left for 4 weeks and it turned dark green.

He had a girlfriend who he would have sex on our bed while we weren't home. He made no effort to cover it up, dirty condoms on the pillows and his clothes strewn on our carpet. But when she wasn't around he would get these very young girls over. They would all willingly get drunk and he would chase them nude around the house with an army helmet on. This happened on several occassions.

He would eat ALL of our food then go shopping for tim tams and ice cream and hit us up for half the money. He borrowed 12 of our dvd's and not one came back without a scratch and 8 we never saw again. The big one: He would collect the rent off us each saturday religeously to take it to his mum (she owned the house) and we got kicked out cause we 'never payed it on time'.

Three weeks after we move out we find out from his new ex-girlfriend, he spent it on smokes, gambling and booze and then told his mum we had given him nothing. WILL you are a loser, mummy's boy, coward and a big fat lazy slob. Hope you read this cause you are the flatmate from hell! P.S. The photo is of the inside bin when he decided to let the dogs inside and then go to sleep."

Speechless!

Got a story that is worse than this one? Share it now!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: kevin
EMAIL: kevfly16@yahoo.com
DATE: 2006-05-13 13:11:16
This is a very funny story like all the others like this, ur dealing with a fat lazy ass bum that looks like hes from the street if judging him from first looks. But when it gets to living with him its just completely disgusting for u but hilarious to the readers. This was a funny story to read and if anyone gets to read it they wont think otherwise.

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Sandy forwarded me this horror story about a flatmate situation that she endured... "I had a flatmate from hell. This certain person generates alot of interest when I talk about the things he has done. For starters, he was like every other 'bad flatmate' stereotype. Fat, lazy, rude and got everything handed to him on a plate. I moved in with my boyfriend last September and 'bad flatmate' had been a friend for some time. But no one really knows what a person is like until you live with them. The three of us started of okay.... He NEVER did the dishes, I mean NEVER. It got so bad, I was cleaning HIS room one day and found 3 week old chicken pieces with maggots in them. He would beat off in the bathroom and use our towels for clean up. He used to take care of the pool and chlorinate it. It was left for 4 weeks and it turned dark green. He had a girlfriend who he would have sex on our bed while we weren't home. He made no effort to cover it up, dirty condoms on the pillows and his clothes strewn on our carpet. But when she wasn't around he would get these very young girls over. They would all willingly get drunk and he would chase them nude around the house with an army helmet on. This happened on several occassions. He would eat ALL of our food then go shopping for tim tams and ice cream and hit us up for half the money. He borrowed 12 of our dvd's and not one came back without a scratch and 8 we never saw again. The big one: He would collect the rent off us each saturday religeously to take it to his mum (she owned the house) and we got kicked out cause we 'never payed it on time'. Three weeks after we move out we find out from his new ex-girlfriend, he spent it on smokes, gambling and booze and then told his mum we had given him nothing. WILL you are a loser, mummy's boy, coward and a big fat lazy slob. Hope you read this cause you are the flatmate from hell! P.S. The photo is of the inside bin when he decided to let the dogs inside and then go to sleep." Speechless! Got a story that is worse than this one? Share it now!

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For most people, our homes are our sanctuaries. The place we go to get away from it all. So what happens when your home becomes a hell-hole, inhabited by slobs and strangers?

Michele submitted this long story that like some of the others leaves me lost for words...

"Okay. So you think you have heard it all? no way. I lived with a guy who I met through a mutual friend. I couldnt afford a flat of my own so I needed a roomate in a matter of days. He seemed nice enough & we both acknowledged that we werent attracted to the other. He was a drummer & I was an art student. That was where all the normal facts end.

After living with him about a week, he began his daily ritual of plopping his fat bottom in front of the ice box, so when I came home and walked in the door, all I saw was the door with this fat bottom sticking out from behind it and a pair of beady eyes peering over the top to see who had come in. As he shut the door, I saw the noodles of my Take Out leftovers hannging out of his mouth and his left hand reaching in the white carton to get more. NO FORK. JUST HANDS. He proceeded to attempt to offer me some which I of course refused.

He was Jewish and I was Buddhist/Vegan. So most of the time our dishes being exchanged wasnt a problem, but I came down the stairs one morning to an empty house and a full sink, riddled with some ceremonial fish that had been left there since the night before. The stench was repulsive.

When I had people over, you can forget intimacy. We lived in a three story house, of which his was the 2nd floor and mine was the top. There was no reason for him to come upstairs, yet every evening, after my shower, I would hear his plodding steps coming toward my bedroom (and the door being broken meant I couldnt close it. I yelled, "what do you want" before he barged in. He said "Oh, I didn't know you were home".

Other occasions I would be sleeping (mind you, Im 19 sleeping in next to nothing because its hot on the top floor) with or without a handsome guest, he would inevitably end up in my room staring at my bottom for some strange 10 minutes.

Oh! And he NEVER wore more than an undersized pair of shorts & tube socks! It was HYSTERICAL to me because he had this Austin Powers type patch of hair on his chest and for better lack of a word, man-boobs. The most hysterical thing you have ever seen.

What made me leave was coming home to an empty flat with the door being open. I thought I had been robbed. I tiptoed inside with my cellular phone in hand. The window had been broken. The house was messy, and I heard footsteps upstairs. I panicked and just as I was about to dial the police his best friend comes parading down the stairs in my underwear. He's smiling and dancing and I want to kill him for scaring me. Then I figure out that he hasnt been let in.

"How did you get in here?" I asked? He replied "Well since we knocked a long time and no one answered, we broke the window and just came in". I looked over by the window to see that the stereo beneath it had been broken by their landing. I packed up and left. From him to his friends it was enough."

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: casper
EMAIL: camelslaper13@aol.com
DATE: 2006-05-14 04:24:12
haha holy crap dude that sux! one of my freinds did the same thingy then let every1 else in the house and had a party n messed up my house and made brownies and stole stuff! and of coursse "we didnt know he broke in, we thought u let him in and u didndt mind".......idiots........

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Michele submitted this long story that like some of the others leaves me lost for words... "Okay. So you think you have heard it all? no way. I lived with a guy who I met through a mutual friend. I couldnt afford a flat of my own so I needed a roomate in a matter of days. He seemed nice enough & we both acknowledged that we werent attracted to the other. He was a drummer & I was an art student. That was where all the normal facts end. After living with him about a week, he began his daily ritual of plopping his fat bottom in front of the ice box, so when I came home and walked in the door, all I saw was the door with this fat bottom sticking out from behind it and a pair of beady eyes peering over the top to see who had come in. As he shut the door, I saw the noodles of my Take Out leftovers hannging out of his mouth and his left hand reaching in the white carton to get more. NO FORK. JUST HANDS. He proceeded to attempt to offer me some which I of course refused. He was Jewish and I was Buddhist/Vegan. So most of the time our dishes being exchanged wasnt a problem, but I came down the stairs one morning to an empty house and a full sink, riddled with some ceremonial fish that had been left there since the night before. The stench was repulsive. When I had people over, you can forget intimacy. We lived in a three story house, of which his was the 2nd floor and mine was the top. There was no reason for him to come upstairs, yet every evening, after my shower, I would hear his plodding steps coming toward my bedroom (and the door being broken meant I couldnt close it. I yelled, "what do you want" before he barged in. He said "Oh, I didn't know you were home". Other occasions I would be sleeping (mind you, Im 19 sleeping in next to nothing because its hot on the top floor) with or without a handsome guest, he would inevitably end up in my room staring at my bottom for some strange 10 minutes. Oh! And he NEVER wore more than an undersized pair of shorts & tube socks! It was HYSTERICAL to me because he had this Austin Powers type patch of hair on his chest and for better lack of a word, man-boobs. The most hysterical thing you have ever seen. What made me leave was coming home to an empty flat with the door being open. I thought I had been robbed. I tiptoed inside with my cellular phone in hand. The window had been broken. The house was messy, and I heard footsteps upstairs. I panicked and just as I was about to dial the police his best friend comes parading down the stairs in my underwear. He's smiling and dancing and I want to kill him for scaring me. Then I figure out that he hasnt been let in. "How did you get in here?" I asked? He replied "Well since we knocked a long time and no one answered, we broke the window and just came in". I looked over by the window to see that the stereo beneath it had been broken by their landing. I packed up and left. From him to his friends it was enough."

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Some people have a knack at ending up in weird situations. Take Lloyd for example. The story you are about to read is his second submission about some of the weirdos he's lived with over the years...

"yet another story from my house of horror's. i'm big into music and locally we've got a shit hot venue the pop factory. any way i went with my bro to see a band, only a local crew of muppets. the gig went well an we went back to our local for an apre pint till the wee small hours, getting up for work the following morning i hear. "theres a fucking punk band asleep on my fucking floor" in a dase i left for work. to my suprise the band were fuckin still in my house and with very little intention of moving back out. apparently chris a paying housemate invited them to stay for a couple months!!!!

needless to say in week me an too other housemates threatend to murder this band in thier sleep if they didn't leave. (i know it's drastic but rehersing 24 hrs a day when i'm watching the footie, sleeping, working an we're talking stadium amps in a terraced house.) as a result we got rid of our teenage infestation but the cunts took all the interior doors with them, but thats another story for another time stay casual guys and remember. bands don't deserve charity if they suck LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!"

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Dave
EMAIL: davemorris83@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-12 20:33:24
Is the language really necessary? If it was actually a good story I wouldnt mind, but a crap story peppered with swears does not an interesting story make.

Posted by davidw at 01:57 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

"yet another story from my house of horror's. i'm big into music and locally we've got a shit hot venue the pop factory. any way i went with my bro to see a band, only a local crew of muppets. the gig went well an we went back to our local for an apre pint till the wee small hours, getting up for work the following morning i hear. "theres a fucking punk band asleep on my fucking floor" in a dase i left for work. to my suprise the band were fuckin still in my house and with very little intention of moving back out. apparently chris a paying housemate invited them to stay for a couple months!!!! needless to say in week me an too other housemates threatend to murder this band in thier sleep if they didn't leave. (i know it's drastic but rehersing 24 hrs a day when i'm watching the footie, sleeping, working an we're talking stadium amps in a terraced house.) as a result we got rid of our teenage infestation but the cunts took all the interior doors with them, but thats another story for another time stay casual guys and remember. bands don't deserve charity if they suck LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!"

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Some of the stories you guys have sent in to me have kept me up half the night because they show the very worst of flatmate behaviour. Like this one from� Adam that even I don't even know where to start with...

"I found Linda through an ad in the local paper. Coincidence was Linda had the same name as my girlfriend and her boyfriends name was the same as mine. She was a very good looking young woman, very presentable. She did shiftwork, so I rarely saw her.

However I knew when she had been home as the kitchen was always left in a mess..dirty dishes, milk left out, food scraps left on the benchtops, etc; Then I started answering the phone to people asking for her boyfriend (remember he had the same name as me so sometimes confusion reigned).

I had decided to kick her out after a few weeks and planned to tell her next time I saw her. It was the following Saturday we caught up. I came home to find them half naked,exploring each other and totally pissed on the loungeroom floor. They got drunk from the scotch they had found in my room! Packed and gone by lunchtime the next day.

After she left I checked over her room. Besides the usual rubbish one leaves behind in a hurry, I found dishes and pots with mouldy food in the wardrobe and drawers, takeaway boxes with chicken scraps, used condoms and the worst of all used tampons under her bed, a fresh one obviously left that morning! Puke!

What astounded me the most was that Linda was a nurse! A week later she had the cheek to ask for her bond back. After bills, her boyfriends interstate phone calls, a bottle of scotch and my cleaning fees all she got back was a $1.80 from $250.00. I didn't know she had such a foul mouth until that day."

Any thoughts on this one readers?

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Katie
EMAIL: uptowngirl_48@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-12 09:56:56
wow, that's discusting

Posted by davidw at 10:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

"I found Linda through an ad in the local paper. Coincidence was Linda had the same name as my girlfriend and her boyfriends name was the same as mine. She was a very good looking young woman, very presentable. She did shiftwork, so I rarely saw her. However I knew when she had been home as the kitchen was always left in a mess..dirty dishes, milk left out, food scraps left on the benchtops, etc; Then I started answering the phone to people asking for her boyfriend (remember he had the same name as me so sometimes confusion reigned). I had decided to kick her out after a few weeks and planned to tell her next time I saw her. It was the following Saturday we caught up. I came home to find them half naked,exploring each other and totally pissed on the loungeroom floor. They got drunk from the scotch they had found in my room! Packed and gone by lunchtime the next day. After she left I checked over her room. Besides the usual rubbish one leaves behind in a hurry, I found dishes and pots with mouldy food in the wardrobe and drawers, takeaway boxes with chicken scraps, used condoms and the worst of all used tampons under her bed, a fresh one obviously left that morning! Puke! What astounded me the most was that Linda was a nurse! A week later she had the cheek to ask for her bond back. After bills, her boyfriends interstate phone calls, a bottle of scotch and my cleaning fees all she got back was a $1.80 from $250.00. I didn't know she had such a foul mouth until that day." Any thoughts on this one readers?

Posted by davidw at 10:17 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Holy crap - is this the messiest room ever? Steve sent me this last night and says that this is an actual photograph of his room. If it is - dude, you seriously need to clean that pig sty pronto!

I mean, I'm sure that on occasion, even the clean freaks� amongst us let things slide a little and our homes can get a little untidy. But Steve's place is nothing short of a certifiable dump.

Have you seen a room worse than this? Got proof? Send in your pics now!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: andy
EMAIL: grubby_spice@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-11 20:04:26
insane bro! good luck with the whole girl thing.

Posted by davidw at 03:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

I mean, I'm sure that on occasion, even the clean freaks� amongst us let things slide a little and our homes can get a little untidy. But Steve's place is nothing short of a certifiable dump. Have you seen a room worse than this? Got proof? Send in your pics now!

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So here in Australia the latest series of Big Brother started a couple of weeks ago and to me it's "must watch TV". I live alone and after watching these guys have no privacy and drive each other nuts, I'm glad that I don't share my house with anyone else but my dog.

I reckon you'd have to be just a little weird to put yourself through the BB experience. Even though the stuff they show is the most extreme of flatmate behaviour and Big Brother likes to stir things up with strange tasks and punishments, there is so much that happens during the show that I've either heard about or experienced myself. I know that I wouldn't cope with the lack of privacy and just having people in my face all day and night, that would make me crazy and then I'd come across like a weirdo.

And so all this got me to thinking. Are some flatmates born weird or do they become weird because of the circumstances that they face in living with others? And do some people bring out the weirdness in others? What are your thoughts?

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: nico
EMAIL: nico.wilkinson@ntlworld.com
DATE: 2006-05-12 09:54:06
i dunno, i became a mum to all my housemates, it was weird. i slapped myself, and moved back in with my parents.

Posted by davidw at 02:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I reckon you'd have to be just a little weird to put yourself through the BB experience. Even though the stuff they show is the most extreme of flatmate behaviour and Big Brother likes to stir things up with strange tasks and punishments, there is so much that happens during the show that I've either heard about or experienced myself. I know that I wouldn't cope with the lack of privacy and just having people in my face all day and night, that would make me crazy and then I'd come across like a weirdo. And so all this got me to thinking. Are some flatmates born weird or do they become weird because of the circumstances that they face in living with others? And do some people bring out the weirdness in others? What are your thoughts?

Posted by davidw at 02:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Depending on� who you live with, there could come a time that your flatmate's hobby or obsession, their latest fad even could turn your tranquil home life upside down. Just ask Ron from London who sent in this wick-edly woeful ode...

"A few years ago, while living in London I shared my flat with a guy from Australia. I’d heard stories about Australians that they can behave oddly sometimes (this is not racist!). Anyway this guy was educated and intelligent and worked in IT business. One day his contract ended and he started looking for a new employment, so suddenly he had too much free time. One evening I opened the front door and there was thick smoke all over the flat. I barely saw the kitchen door at the end of the corridor where all that smoke seemed coming from. I was little panicking, thought the kitchen is in fire… and where the hell are my two kittens … and why the fire alarm doesn’t go on. Also there was something weird with the smoke itself – it did smell as paraffin or candle wax. Then I got into the kitchen and – my flat mate was melting candle wax on the gas cooker, to make candles. All the work tops (even on top of the fridge) was covered with different colors of wax splashes and candle making equipment. Well, I’m artistic� myself but this was way too much. I was then quite mad on him; later on we spoke about his candle making and, (silly me) I let him to continue if he keeps the kitchen clean and finishes his experiments by the time I arrive. On fifth day – I think he’d an accident with boiling wax, so whole cooker top was covered with it and he had gone to work interview. Well, it took me about one and half hours to clean up this mess and when he got home I just said: no more candle wax! Guess what, he actually continued processing candles, but secretly, at the time I was off. This month’s gas bill was also nice surprise.

Have you had your home turmed into a factory, a production plant or a commercial type of operation? Let me know and the weirder the better!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Jez
EMAIL: jhall16@gmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-11 02:18:58
My flat mate, a wonderful gal from Mumbai, India, is my best female friend. Unfortunately she has a small thing for potted plants. We have a small ground floor one bedroom flat, and 59 plants! I'm not allowed to have curtains or blinds anywhere but in the bedroom, where we have at least agreed to have no plants. It was working well, the empty bottles from my minor drinking habit, making nice homes for new additions to our small jungle, until she left for a week. Now I am taking care of nearly 60 house plants and have no idea what to do with them. Three days in to my gardening adventure most are looking a little on the dead side of things, I have put them all out on the walk in front of our home in hopes of keeping them alive....to save myself from the wrath of the master gardener!

Albeit not as messy as candle making but defnintely takes up more space! Good luck with tha!

Posted by davidw at 10:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

"A few years ago, while living in London I shared my flat with a guy from Australia. I’d heard stories about Australians that they can behave oddly sometimes (this is not racist!). Anyway this guy was educated and intelligent and worked in IT business. One day his contract ended and he started looking for a new employment, so suddenly he had too much free time. One evening I opened the front door and there was thick smoke all over the flat. I barely saw the kitchen door at the end of the corridor where all that smoke seemed coming from. I was little panicking, thought the kitchen is in fire… and where the hell are my two kittens … and why the fire alarm doesn’t go on. Also there was something weird with the smoke itself – it did smell as paraffin or candle wax. Then I got into the kitchen and – my flat mate was melting candle wax on the gas cooker, to make candles. All the work tops (even on top of the fridge) was covered with different colors of wax splashes and candle making equipment. Well, I’m artistic� myself but this was way too much. I was then quite mad on him; later on we spoke about his candle making and, (silly me) I let him to continue if he keeps the kitchen clean and finishes his experiments by the time I arrive. On fifth day – I think he’d an accident with boiling wax, so whole cooker top was covered with it and he had gone to work interview. Well, it took me about one and half hours to clean up this mess and when he got home I just said: no more candle wax! Guess what, he actually continued processing candles, but secretly, at the time I was off. This month’s gas bill was also nice surprise. Have you had your home turmed into a factory, a production plant or a commercial type of operation? Let me know and the weirder the better!

Posted by davidw at 10:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

When you are looking for someone to live with, unless they are a good friend that you know well, how do you know that the person you've chosen to share your home with isn't a weirdo?

I've just spent an hour or so reading through Share Accommodation notices on one of my sponsors sites - realestate.com.au� - and what struck me is that until you actually take the plunge and start living with someone, you can only do so much in working out if you'll get along or if they are what you are looking for in a flatmate.

One of the advertisers said she likes "quirky people" which to me is an open invitation for weirdos to apply. Others ask for those who are "easy going" to apply. Some even go so far as to specify "No weirdos or freaks please".

You can ask for references, and try and weed out the undesirables by what you ask for - personality traits,� age, nationality, backgrounds� etc� - but is there a foolproof way of sorting out the weirdos from the cool flatmates? How do you guarantee you get a good one? Let me know what you do!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: jenpen
EMAIL: Ceara111@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-12 05:49:03
Normally people interview one another before they live together, right? Well, I think part of the interview process should be a trip to see each other's current living conditions. Spontaneously. Don't give them any warning, just simply request to drop by and visit at their place, and then use your observational skill to assess how they live. That should give you a clue as to how they will behave if you take them on as a flat mate.

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I've just spent an hour or so reading through Share Accommodation notices on one of my sponsors sites - realestate.com.au� - and what struck me is that until you actually take the plunge and start living with someone, you can only do so much in working out if you'll get along or if they are what you are looking for in a flatmate. One of the advertisers said she likes "quirky people" which to me is an open invitation for weirdos to apply. Others ask for those who are "easy going" to apply. Some even go so far as to specify "No weirdos or freaks please". You can ask for references, and try and weed out the undesirables by what you ask for - personality traits,� age, nationality, backgrounds� etc� - but is there a foolproof way of sorting out the weirdos from the cool flatmates? How do you guarantee you get a good one? Let me know what you do!

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Most of the people that I've ever flatted with have been friends, or friends of friends so I've never really had to do the whole "flatmate interview" thing. Which, after reading this tale from Cassie, makes me really glad...

"I used to only ever interview cute guys for the room and would always end up nailing them. If I was being interviewed for a room in a sharehouse, I would only ever take the room if the share mate was a. a guy b. a cute guy c. single . I was a complete slut. It was like an addiction. My ego was huge. At the time, I never felt bad� - I figured if they were dumb enough to get seduced (and believe me, guys are EASY - they NEVER offered a challenge), more fool them.

Ahem. Do you know someone like this? Share your story with us all!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Dirk Diggler
EMAIL: dirk@hotmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-10 11:52:14
Cassie - you rule. I'll be your flatmate anytime... I meet all your criteria, and it would be my pleasure to be dumb enough to be seduced by you. But first let's see a photo of you to see whether you meet my criteria? How about you submit it to Dave so he can blog it up on this site for us to see? Now that would be fun! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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"I used to only ever interview cute guys for the room and would always end up nailing them. If I was being interviewed for a room in a sharehouse, I would only ever take the room if the share mate was a. a guy b. a cute guy c. single . I was a complete slut. It was like an addiction. My ego was huge. At the time, I never felt bad� - I figured if they were dumb enough to get seduced (and believe me, guys are EASY - they NEVER offered a challenge), more fool them. Ahem. Do you know someone like this? Share your story with us all!

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Sometimes things start to get weird when one of the flatmates gives notice that they want to move out. Or sometimes they don't even bother letting you know that they are leaving...

"I lived at my friends house for nearly a year before I finally got so fed up and pissed everybody off enough to make them all think they kicked me out, when in actuality, I just took off. There were many people living in this arrangement at the time… my friend, her little son, me, my boyfriend of the time, my friends two cousins and their bedmates, and another male friend. Lots of people crammed into a small space. The single male friend was a butthead. He would always come in drunk, loud, and berating everybody. He is the one who came to the front door knocking, broke the door down, dropped breakables, threw trash all over, and so much more. I have had more than enough of him and the cops were called. I yelled at all the roomies and then I moved out and went back to my mommy’s. Never again will I live with soooo many people. I can barely stand living by myself! I’m not a bad person, just have a temper problem when I do get frustrated.". That was a story submitted by Liz.

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AUTHOR: ~Maggie!~
EMAIL: violetfire777@gmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-14 05:32:17
It sounds like you are young and moved in there thinking "well this could be fun and it gets me out of the folks' house!" when in actuality there is a lot of responsibility to living away from mum and dad and now you really realize why your parents always wanted you to clean up.. BECAUSE LIVING IN FILTH SUCKS!!!~ When it's just you living there, you can control the filth and the mess and the noise and you never get pissed because someone ate the food you bought and now you're broke. I am betting you appreciate your mum a bit more at this point and have a better idea of what you want when you're REALLY ready to move out on your own.
If you think I'm talking out of turn or that I don't know what i'm talking about...you're wrong. I had to leave home at age 16, still in high school... and pay all the bills and still go to school and work fulltime or more than fulltime... and I've had some less than desirable living situations but I had no "mum and/or dad" to move back to. It was do it or lose it... sink or swim. So I just did it. If I had been able to stay at home for a few more years, and get through high school and college, that would have been awsome. Once you start paying rent on your living quarters, it's rare that you ever get to stop. Stay home till you get the other costs out of your life, like a good education, buying a good car or whatever is the best mode of transportation where you live, and saving for possibly buying a home instead of leasing one. I would have loved to be able to do that.

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"I lived at my friends house for nearly a year before I finally got so fed up and pissed everybody off enough to make them all think they kicked me out, when in actuality, I just took off. There were many people living in this arrangement at the time… my friend, her little son, me, my boyfriend of the time, my friends two cousins and their bedmates, and another male friend. Lots of people crammed into a small space. The single male friend was a butthead. He would always come in drunk, loud, and berating everybody. He is the one who came to the front door knocking, broke the door down, dropped breakables, threw trash all over, and so much more. I have had more than enough of him and the cops were called. I yelled at all the roomies and then I moved out and went back to my mommy’s. Never again will I live with soooo many people. I can barely stand living by myself! I’m not a bad person, just have a temper problem when I do get frustrated.". That was a story submitted by Liz. �

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The results from our most recent poll are in and what they reveal is that you lot are a dirty bunch, that's for sure! All the results after the jump!

Would you have sex with a flatmate?

Yes, if they're good-looking = 45 percent
Yes, if nothing good on TV = 26 percent
No way, I'm a v*rgin = 15 percent
Only when I'm plastered = 14 percent

These results don't really surprise me at all.� Quite a few� of my friends have had sex with their flatmates, usually when they've been drunk. Got a story to tell about sexing up your flatmate? Give me the goss below.

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Amy
EMAIL: agiacheri@gmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-11 02:56:09
What if a virgin got plastered, the flat mate was good looking, and there was nothing on TV?

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Would you have sex with a flatmate? Yes, if they're good-looking = 45 percent Yes, if nothing good on TV = 26 percent No way, I'm a v*rgin = 15 percent Only when I'm plastered = 14 percent These results don't really surprise me at all.� Quite a few� of my friends have had sex with their flatmates, usually when they've been drunk. Got a story to tell about sexing up your flatmate? Give me the goss below.

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Sometimes when you live with someone, you just crack and do something drastic to change the situation or to get your own way as this stinky� story from Carly demonstrates....

"I had a filthy roommate at Sunshine Coast. He used to work in construction and would make baloney and onion sandwiches in the morning for his lunch at work. The onion slices would be 2cm wide and he’d use a whole, large onion every day. F**k he stunk!
I’d be in my room studying and the stench from his bedroom would creep out from under his door like a ghoul, meandering down the hallway, sneaking under my door and up behind me to assault my olfactorys with the reeking mingled odors of feet stink, stale sweat and onion fart.

I had asked him (and the other roommate to ask him) to wash his sheets, to wash his clothes after work every day, to wash his slimy green feet under the tap downstairs, but he didn’t give a rats’ arse. He hadn’t washed his sheets in the 4 months that he’d been there. They were stuck to the bed with sweat and grease from his skin.

Completely over it, I took his salad tongs and put all his unwashed clothes and his sheets and his pillow (which utterly reeked - it was wet and heavy with grime) in a garbage bag and threw them and the tongs into the wheelie bin. Then I went out for the night.

When he came home that night he asked the other roommate where his sheets and clothes were. he had no idea. Stinky Pig Fart had to put new sheets on his bed and buy new clothes for work.

Worst thing is, the bastard gave notice to move a week after I had arranged to move into another apartment."

What a slob!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: person
EMAIL: dfjakl@aim.com
DATE: 2006-05-14 14:49:27
some ones a retardddddd

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"I had a filthy roommate at Sunshine Coast. He used to work in construction and would make baloney and onion sandwiches in the morning for his lunch at work. The onion slices would be 2cm wide and he’d use a whole, large onion every day. F**k he stunk! I’d be in my room studying and the stench from his bedroom would creep out from under his door like a ghoul, meandering down the hallway, sneaking under my door and up behind me to assault my olfactorys with the reeking mingled odors of feet stink, stale sweat and onion fart. I had asked him (and the other roommate to ask him) to wash his sheets, to wash his clothes after work every day, to wash his slimy green feet under the tap downstairs, but he didn’t give a rats’ arse. He hadn’t washed his sheets in the 4 months that he’d been there. They were stuck to the bed with sweat and grease from his skin. Completely over it, I took his salad tongs and put all his unwashed clothes and his sheets and his pillow (which utterly reeked - it was wet and heavy with grime) in a garbage bag and threw them and the tongs into the wheelie bin. Then I went out for the night. When he came home that night he asked the other roommate where his sheets and clothes were. he had no idea. Stinky Pig Fart had to put new sheets on his bed and buy new clothes for work. Worst thing is, the bastard gave notice to move a week after I had arranged to move into another apartment." What a slob!

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Ok kids, this is where I wanna see just how piggish, filthy and gross the folks you've shared with� have been. I want to see photos of the filth and grot that you've had to endure over the years. You can use the "Got dirt"� icon in the menu, or click on this link to send me your story and photos. I'll publish all the good ones, I promise!

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AUTHOR: Stewart Johnson
EMAIL: stew@fatcaterpillar.org
DATE: 2006-05-08 17:03:37
That's nothing -- my nieces bedrooms are consistently worse than that. For one thing, there's no weeks-old foot sitting on plates or pizza boxes on the floor.

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The video that my sponsors made showing a real weirdo has been getting a lot of responses, including this one from Kare...

"That's so gross!! LOL!! Why are men such sickos????????????? I had some neighbor do that to me, and a freakin' landlord once upon a time!!! How sick!!!"

And it got me to thinking - the video shows a man behaving badly, trying on the female flatmates knickers and behaving like a dirty perve. But what if you lived with a girl who did that? Does it make any difference if the perpetrator is a man or a woman? Let me know your thoughts below.

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: prime-mass
EMAIL: prime-mass@hushmail.com
DATE: 2006-05-11 00:20:29
I love women wearing my clothes ... especially if only they only wear on of my Shirts/T-shirts and nothing else!!! ;-)

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"That's so gross!! LOL!! Why are men such sickos????????????? I had some neighbor do that to me, and a freakin' landlord once upon a time!!! How sick!!!" And it got me to thinking - the video shows a man behaving badly, trying on the female flatmates knickers and behaving like a dirty perve. But what if you lived with a girl who did that? Does it make any difference if the perpetrator is a man or a woman? Let me know your thoughts below.

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I once lived with a guy that was a serial hawker (sorting the snot in his nose/sinuses back down his throat) and it used to drive me insane. Biggie over at MySpace sent in a comment about his girlfriend who was a bit of screamer...

"I almost got kicked out of one house when we all learned that my girlfriend was a screamer. I almost let myself get kicked out. After a while I just started stuffing the pillow in her face when she got loud, but it only helped a little bit. By the way, I like your clip. Very funny."

Like peace and quiet? Ever had a flatmate disturb that peace on a regular basis? What noise did they make and what did you do about it? Let me know!

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AUTHOR: Louisa
EMAIL: litt_miss_wench@hotmail.co.uk
DATE: 2006-05-11 05:53:46
my flatemate's ex was a real screamer. it actually sounded like she was being murdered, sometimes 6 or 7 times a night... i spent about a month either sleeping with a pillow over my head or escaping to stay with friends. i was so glad when they broke up!

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"I almost got kicked out of one house when we all learned that my girlfriend was a screamer. I almost let myself get kicked out. After a while I just started stuffing the pillow in her face when she got loud, but it only helped a little bit. By the way, I like your clip. Very funny." Like peace and quiet? Ever had a flatmate disturb that peace on a regular basis? What noise did they make and what did you do about it? Let me know!

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Something that I've always tried to steer clear of is living with a couple. I just think that the dynamics are all wrong. But what if the flatmate that you live with becomes part of a couple that enjoys being at� your home more than their partners?

What do you do if the "new flatmate" starts taking liberties and using your stuff, eating your food and all that stuff. Is it rude to ask them to pay towards the running of the household?

What do you think? Share your experiences below or send them in!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: amanda
EMAIL: turtleluver@juno.com
DATE: 2006-05-11 11:22:45
so one of our toilets broke and my roomate couldnt be bothered to use the working one so after i had someone caome over and take the whole thing apart and got it workin well enough that we wouldnt have to call a plumber when we moved out she decides to use the toilet and throw the used TP in teh garbage can - gross right?! gets worse....so this chick gets her period and CONTINUES this ninsense w/the garbage can and i find the lovely mess on my way out the door for work - i left a lipstick note on the mirror that she was to have cleaned it all up by the time i got home and was not to use that bathroom anymore! it was spotless when i got home and she never mentioned it again, she hasnt done a damn bit of house work since abut considering out lease is up in a few weeks and im not actually on it im not cleanin a damn thing when we leave - that should go over like a lead balloon! losing your security deposits a bitch! hahahaha!

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What do you do if the "new flatmate" starts taking liberties and using your stuff, eating your food and all that stuff. Is it rude to ask them to pay towards the running of the household? What do you think? Share your experiences below or send them in!

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There are times when we live with other people that we get a little lazy, careless even with cleaning up or keeping on top of chores and hygiene, but this story from Andrew takes it to a whole new level....

"Ok, this hippy guy moved in, I said we had room 4 a bit of storage under- he filled the entire area under the house, his 2 small pups tore up shit under the house and I had to ask him 4 times to clean it up, he left food out over night right up until almost lunchtime the next day and it stank despite my repeated requests, he turned his music up full and opened his door wide so he could go out the back and hear it and finally he crashed his mums car, wasn't there when the tow truck dropped it back at my place, so the driver dumped it on the footpath, outside the vacant lot next door, he left it there for 3 weeks then someone torched it- ignorant loser- Of course I turfed his dogs, his shit and his ass the hell out- oh and he couldnt be stuffed looking for another place on time so his dick head mate rescued him"

Now that is an all time horror flatmate story. It'd be enough to put me off sharing a house with someone again I think. Ever� lived with someone like� that? Share your story by leaving a comment below or send it in!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: Pam Gow
EMAIL: reception@argyletimes.com
DATE: 2006-05-09 16:27:46
I lived with a woman who asked me to move my car, remove the bed in the room, complained when my dogs barked, was going to call the police, sue me etc. My son accidently deadlocked the front door, she annoyed the neighbours, then called the fire brigade, they arrived with flashing lights etc, could not get her in because they did not know if she actually lived there, annoyed the neighbours again, broke in the back window. And after that still wanted to stay beside repeated requests to leave because she claimed she was sick etc, discriminated against etc, turned out she was an ex phych patient from ten years ago, didn't pay me correctly, called the police on me because I held her bed for payment etc, Horror!!!

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"Ok, this hippy guy moved in, I said we had room 4 a bit of storage under- he filled the entire area under the house, his 2 small pups tore up shit under the house and I had to ask him 4 times to clean it up, he left food out over night right up until almost lunchtime the next day and it stank despite my repeated requests, he turned his music up full and opened his door wide so he could go out the back and hear it and finally he crashed his mums car, wasn't there when the tow truck dropped it back at my place, so the driver dumped it on the footpath, outside the vacant lot next door, he left it there for 3 weeks then someone torched it- ignorant loser- Of course I turfed his dogs, his shit and his ass the hell out- oh and he couldnt be stuffed looking for another place on time so his dick head mate rescued him" Now that is an all time horror flatmate story. It'd be enough to put me off sharing a house with someone again I think. Ever� lived with someone like� that? Share your story by leaving a comment below or send it in!

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Living with a family member as an adult can be a great experience and some of the best flatmates are often family members. But sometimes it's bad, like this story from Debby shows...

"I was living with my cousin and her boyfriend and after numerous arguements with the boyfriend i decided to go visit some friends for the afternoon on the other side od town. When i got back my bedroom had been ransacked and stereo, tv, jewelry cd's and anything of value was missing. Strange thing being that all their stuff was still there.......... Never live with family."

Ouch! Have you ever lived with a family member? Did you discover any weird quirky traits that they had? Leave a comment below or send it in!

COMMENT:
AUTHOR: CaliLex
EMAIL: alyxacp@netzero.com
DATE: 2006-05-14 02:53:30
After I went through the breakup from Hell I needed some time to get back on my feet. The ex is a flatmate from hell story in itslef, but its for another time. So anyway, I was staying with my grandparents for a few months to get my life back in order. Moving in with your grandparents at 24 after years of being on your own sucks, but this really pushed me over the edge. So one day, middle of the week mind you, I went out to do some shopping. I stopped at the house to drop off my purchases before heading off to school. I parked my car in the driveway, the screen door was closed but the glass slider was wide open. As I open the door I hear somethig like moaning. I look in and there is my grandfather sitting on his favorite chair, butt naked and masturbating. I held my bag in front of my head, and called out, hello, I'm home, then made a mad dash for my room. I found a place and moved out of there 2 weeks later. Ew!

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"I was living with my cousin and her boyfriend and after numerous arguements with the boyfriend i decided to go visit some friends for the afternoon on the other side od town. When i got back my bedroom had been ransacked and stereo, tv, jewelry cd's and anything of value was missing. Strange thing being that all their stuff was still there.......... Never live with family." Ouch! Have you ever lived with a family member? Did you discover any weird quirky traits that they had? Leave a comment below or send it in!

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When flatmates go bad it can have a catastrophic affect on how you feel when you are in your own home as Kristi explains....

"I had a flatmate who would lift his shirt up and reveal his big huge pot belly, he would also clean the toilet with a wet cloth, leave it to dry in the bathroom, and keep using it, would cook me dinner then leave it out for ages while flies got to it, and he had the worst bo, i could not walk into the hallway without dry reaching, it was his entire room coming out, so i just kicked him out, i felt like a prisoner in my own home!"

He sounds horrible to live with, just revolting! Bleurgch! And people wonder why I live on my own now? hehe!

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When flatmates go bad it can have a catastrophic affect on how you feel when you are in your own home as Kristi explains....

"I had a flatmate who would lift his shirt up and reveal his big huge pot belly, he would also clean the toilet with a wet cloth, leave it to dry in the bathroom, and keep using it, would cook me dinner then leave it out for ages while flies got to it, and he had the worst bo, i could not walk into the hallway without dry reaching, it was his entire room coming out, so i just kicked him out, i felt like a prisoner in my own home!"

He sounds horrible to live with, just revolting! Bleurgch! And people wonder why I live on my own now? hehe!

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Lots of people think that the people who spend a large part of their lives in internet chatrooms are weirdos, right? Renee sent me this tale about a bottle of vodka, a chatroom and a new houseguest....

"I once lived with my bestfriend and her mum in Perth,� Australia. Everything was fine until� I noticed my friends mum would come home after work everyday grab a bottle of vodka and sit at the computer talking in chatrooms for hours on end. Then one day� I found out that my friends mum had found a guy on the net and he was coming from Victoria, Australia to live with her. The man arrived and he was nice enough a bit wierd but ok.....until he used to sit around all day while my friends mum went to work. He refused to clean or cook and made me and my friend do it. Then when my friends mum came home they would both grab a bottle of vodka and sit on the net and chat to people together! Not only that but when they talked to people on the net sometimes it would be my friends mum talking dirty to other men while her new "boyfriend" watched! Needless to say� I moved back home two days later."

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I'm pretty liberal with my attitudes to lots of things in life - live and let live and all that. But where do you draw the line before things cross over into weird territory? Have you ever roomed with someone who lived on the internet? What were they like to� share a house� with? Let me know!

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Lots of people think that the people who spend a large part of their lives in internet chatrooms are weirdos, right? Renee sent me this tale about a bottle of vodka, a chatroom and a new houseguest....

"I once lived with my bestfriend and her mum in Perth,� Australia. Everything was fine until� I noticed my friends mum would come home after work everyday grab a bottle of vodka and sit at the computer talking in chatrooms for hours on end. Then one day� I found out that my friends mum had found a guy on the net and he was coming from Victoria, Australia to live with her. The man arrived and he was nice enough a bit wierd but ok.....until he used to sit around all day while my friends mum went to work. He refused to clean or cook and made me and my friend do it. Then when my friends mum came home they would both grab a bottle of vodka and sit on the net and chat to people together! Not only that but when they talked to people on the net sometimes it would be my friends mum talking dirty to other men while her new "boyfriend" watched! Needless to say� I moved back home two days later."

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I'm pretty liberal with my attitudes to lots of things in life - live and let live and all that. But where do you draw the line before things cross over into weird territory? Have you ever roomed with someone who lived on the internet? What were they like to� share a house� with? Let me know!

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The good folk over at MySpace have lent� some hosting space for the funny vid that my sponsors made about living with a very weird flatmate. It's great to hear what y'all think about it with one viewer even getting so excited she wet herself...

Candace from California said "are you in any movies......you look like the guy in benchwarmers that picks his nose alot "

Margi from Melbourne commented "That video is great!!! The thing that I thought was even funniest, was that I have the same knickers that he puts on. I wish they made an alternate ending where he gets caught, especially when he is shaking his groove thing on the bed!!! I think that if I had a male housemate, and caught him doing that, I would just stand there with my camera and enjoy the show!!!"

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Planet Claire responded "I am laughing so much at your seductive pictures that a little bit of wee came out!! Your past experiences with flatmates really had an effect on you!! Your a nutjob! please do not be offended by the name calling, if you are then my apologies are extend to you and your hot crotch."

Funniest of all is that some people think its actually ME in the video, which it isn't. That said, any of my old flatmates could tell you that I am a bona fide weirdo to live with....more about that in future posts!

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The good folk over at MySpace have lent� some hosting space for the funny vid that my sponsors made about living with a very weird flatmate. It's great to hear what y'all think about it with one viewer even getting so excited she wet herself...

Candace from California said "are you in any movies......you look like the guy in benchwarmers that picks his nose alot "

Margi from Melbourne commented "That video is great!!! The thing that I thought was even funniest, was that I have the same knickers that he puts on. I wish they made an alternate ending where he gets caught, especially when he is shaking his groove thing on the bed!!! I think that if I had a male housemate, and caught him doing that, I would just stand there with my camera and enjoy the show!!!"

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Planet Claire responded "I am laughing so much at your seductive pictures that a little bit of wee came out!! Your past experiences with flatmates really had an effect on you!! Your a nutjob! please do not be offended by the name calling, if you are then my apologies are extend to you and your hot crotch."

Funniest of all is that some people think its actually ME in the video, which it isn't. That said, any of my old flatmates could tell you that I am a bona fide weirdo to live with....more about that in future posts!

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More than anything in life, I love a good fart joke or a good fart story and thankfully, Zoe from Melbourne is able to serve me this� whiff of farting nonsense...

"In regards to strange smells and behaviours, i moved into a place last year with my best mate, which was a double-edged sword...whilst we got along really well and had heaps of fun, our social inhibitions just completely fell away; every now and again - who am� I kidding it was all the time - we'd drop farts and have competitions as to whose smelt the worst. there was a rating system and everything. which is all ok - she's my best mate after all...it did become a problem though then� I moved overseas to an apartment shared with 6 other people. They didn't appreciate my farts and subsequent cries of 'oh GOD that was a nine for sure'."

Not only is this a frank admission of rating farts as a game, but this is from a GIRL who lived with another GIRL! And who was it that said that girls don't fart? Maybe that's just nice girls...

Ever lived with a fart-aholic? (That's someone that can't stop farting in case you were wondering). Let me know!

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More than anything in life, I love a good fart joke or a good fart story and thankfully, Zoe from Melbourne is able to serve me this� whiff of farting nonsense...

"In regards to strange smells and behaviours, i moved into a place last year with my best mate, which was a double-edged sword...whilst we got along really well and had heaps of fun, our social inhibitions just completely fell away; every now and again - who am� I kidding it was all the time - we'd drop farts and have competitions as to whose smelt the worst. there was a rating system and everything. which is all ok - she's my best mate after all...it did become a problem though then� I moved overseas to an apartment shared with 6 other people. They didn't appreciate my farts and subsequent cries of 'oh GOD that was a nine for sure'."

Not only is this a frank admission of rating farts as a game, but this is from a GIRL who lived with another GIRL! And who was it that said that girls don't fart? Maybe that's just nice girls...

Ever lived with a fart-aholic? (That's someone that can't stop farting in case you were wondering). Let me know!

Posted by davidw at 11:15 AM | Permalink | Comments (5)

The results of� my first web poll here on Weird Flatmate are in.� I asked you whether you thought the dunny seat should stay up or down....

And the results are:

Down = 41 percent

Who cares? = 39 percent

Up = 20 percent

Now this could be because more females voted or maybe it's men that just don't care. What do you think? Has leaving the toilet seat up or down caused friction in your household? Let me know!

And don't forget to vote in this weeks poll - Would you have sex with a flatmate? (You can vote on the right hand side of the main page!)

Posted by davidw at 10:35 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

The results of� my first web poll here on Weird Flatmate are in.� I asked you whether you thought the dunny seat should stay up or down....

And the results are:

Down = 41 percent
Who cares? = 39 percent
Up = 20 percent

Now this could be because more females voted or maybe it's men that just don't care. What do you think? Has leaving the toilet seat up or down caused friction in your household? Let me know!

And don't forget to vote in this weeks poll - Would you have sex with a flatmate? (You can vote on the right hand side of the main page!)

Posted by davidw at 10:35 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Stuey from Brisbane sent me this stinky story about a poo that mysteriously appeared in his bath one night during a party...

"Well…..back in 1992 in Brisbane, in a large old rental house on the Brisbane river, I shared a house with 4 other Sunshine Coast boys. We had many parties and many beers were drunk there on the balcony watching the never ending stream of cars go by.

One night we had one of our great parties that alot of people usually ended up, most of whom we didnt know. Everyone was pissed.

I proceeded to the bathroom to relieve myself. (Most of the patrons at our house were the ‘University’ friends of my house mates). I went into the bathroom whch had a shower and bath scenario in the same room (1950’s Style).

To my absolute horror (after my relieving myself) I discovered a large shit dumped in the bath. I was livid, as I didnt really like alot of the other guys Uni mates so I went on a war path, firstly to have an emergency meeting with my immediate house mates.

I gathered them altogether for this ‘poo summit’ in an adjoining room of the kitchen and solemnly and sternly advised of the ’shit in the Bath’. They all looked at each other with wide eyed grins at first thinking that it was a joke. I then goose-stepped them all in into the bathroom advising that this was no joke and showed them the disguting nugget.

They all saw the sight and all had a very quick retreat from the bathroom with similar disgust to myself. ALthough as they were pissed saw a funny side to it, although i was not laughing as I was genereally the only person who would get in and clean the bathroom properly and knew it was going to be me having to extricate the poo from the bath.

We all had wild guesses as to whom it was - sort of like a ‘who dunnit’. All our own preliminary research and speculation narrowed it down to two suspects at the party.

One was a very pissed good mate of theirs who was just too pissed and probably did it as he would have thought the bath was the toilet. Johnny (one of my housemates) had a personal friend, this girl Kate I think her name was. She was very straight at school and on this night although as she had a major crush on Johnny she was getting pissed and was very pissed. So we were quite inclined to lay the blame on her.

Yes in the end I had to scoop the poo out of the bath, it was more of a shit rather than a poo. Poo sounds too cute for this nugget that was left behind that night and no it was not hidden as was the other poo’s have been in the previous articles although I thought it was worth mentioning.

We never did get a positive ID on the shit in the Bath fiasco at that house and to this day it remains a mystery."

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Again, I'm speechless. Who are these poo fiends? That's just disgusting....

Posted by davidw at 09:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Stuey from Brisbane sent me this stinky story about a poo that mysteriously appeared in his bath one night during a party...

"Well…..back in 1992 in Brisbane, in a large old rental house on the Brisbane river, I shared a house with 4 other Sunshine Coast boys. We had many parties and many beers were drunk there on the balcony watching the never ending stream of cars go by.

One night we had one of our great parties that alot of people usually ended up, most of whom we didnt know. Everyone was pissed.

I proceeded to the bathroom to relieve myself. (Most of the patrons at our house were the ‘University’ friends of my house mates). I went into the bathroom whch had a shower and bath scenario in the same room (1950’s Style).

To my absolute horror (after my relieving myself) I discovered a large shit dumped in the bath. I was livid, as I didnt really like alot of the other guys Uni mates so I went on a war path, firstly to have an emergency meeting with my immediate house mates.

I gathered them altogether for this ‘poo summit’ in an adjoining room of the kitchen and solemnly and sternly advised of the ’shit in the Bath’. They all looked at each other with wide eyed grins at first thinking that it was a joke. I then goose-stepped them all in into the bathroom advising that this was no joke and showed them the disguting nugget.

They all saw the sight and all had a very quick retreat from the bathroom with similar disgust to myself. ALthough as they were pissed saw a funny side to it, although i was not laughing as I was genereally the only person who would get in and clean the bathroom properly and knew it was going to be me having to extricate the poo from the bath.

We all had wild guesses as to whom it was - sort of like a ‘who dunnit’. All our own preliminary research and speculation narrowed it down to two suspects at the party.

One was a very pissed good mate of theirs who was just too pissed and probably did it as he would have thought the bath was the toilet. Johnny (one of my housemates) had a personal friend, this girl Kate I think her name was. She was very straight at school and on this night although as she had a major crush on Johnny she was getting pissed and was very pissed. So we were quite inclined to lay the blame on her.

Yes in the end I had to scoop the poo out of the bath, it was more of a shit rather than a poo. Poo sounds too cute for this nugget that was left behind that night and no it was not hidden as was the other poo’s have been in the previous articles although I thought it was worth mentioning.

We never did get a positive ID on the shit in the Bath fiasco at that house and to this day it remains a mystery."

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Again, I'm speechless. Who are these poo fiends? That's just disgusting....

Posted by davidw at 09:30 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Michelle wrote to me about a time that she fell into her flatmates bed, while she had a boyfriend....

"I ended up in a flatmates' bed while living with my boyfriend of almost two years. So I kicked out my boyfriend and started going out with my flatmate. We have now been together for almost 6 years and are getting married next year in May!"

I'm sure that this isn't the first relationship that's ended because someone slept with a roomie, but it's maybe the first I've heard about that's leading to a marriage. Has this happened to you or someone you know? Let me know!

Posted by davidw at 09:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (19)

Michelle wrote to me about a time that she fell into her flatmates bed, while she had a boyfriend....

"I ended up in a flatmates' bed while living with my boyfriend of almost two years. So I kicked out my boyfriend and started going out with my flatmate. We have now been together for almost 6 years and are getting married next year in May!"

I'm sure that this isn't the first relationship that's ended because someone slept with a roomie, but it's maybe the first I've heard about that's leading to a marriage. Has this happened to you or someone you know? Let me know!

Posted by davidw at 09:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (18)

Ever had dreams of being a world famous DJ?� John from Melbourne just sent in this story about a flatmate he shared with who thought he might've been the next Roger Sanchez....

"My flat mate thought he was a bit of a DJ. He went out and purchased vinyl all the time and would play it non stop early every Sunday morning. Now, your probably wondering, what’s so wrong with that? He only had 1 turntable. How do you mix on 1 turntable? You DON”T. It was the most annoying yet funniest thing I had ever heard. He would be playing a track and instead of it flowing into a new beat, a pause would take place whilst he changed records. Oh and he had a thing about nose hair. He’d use an electric nose hair plucker over the sink, but leave the remains behind!"

Eeewww at the nose hair....

Posted by davidw at 09:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Ever had dreams of being a world famous DJ?� John from Melbourne just sent in this story about a flatmate he shared with who thought he might've been the next Roger Sanchez....

"My flat mate thought he was a bit of a DJ. He went out and purchased vinyl all the time and would play it non stop early every Sunday morning. Now, your probably wondering, what’s so wrong with that? He only had 1 turntable. How do you mix on 1 turntable? You DON”T. It was the most annoying yet funniest thing I had ever heard. He would be playing a track and instead of it flowing into a new beat, a pause would take place whilst he changed records. Oh and he had a thing about nose hair. He’d use an electric nose hair plucker over the sink, but leave the remains behind!"

Eeewww at the nose hair....

Posted by davidw at 09:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Aimee from somewhere here in Australia sent me a story of a drunken friend who seemed to have an insatiable appetite for men, including Aimee's...

"My first flatmate experience, she was a friend and I needed a place to live, she firstly cracked onto my boyfriend and always used to try and get us both drunk so I would pass out and she could take advantage of him.. then she gave up and I used to come home after work to about 6 guys sitting on the fouton lining up waiting to "have her" when they were all done they would leave.. I felt like getting magazines for the "waiting room" aka my living room!!! Was not happy Jan!"

Righty-ho! Not sure she's the kind of flatmate that most girls would like.

Have you ever lived with someone who's tried to crack onto your boyfriend or girlfriend and what happened? What did you do? Leave me a comment or send me your story.

Posted by davidw at 08:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Aimee from somewhere here in Australia sent me a story of a drunken friend who seemed to have an insatiable appetite for men, including Aimee's...

"My first flatmate experience, she was a friend and I needed a place to live, she firstly cracked onto my boyfriend and always used to try and get us both drunk so I would pass out and she could take advantage of him.. then she gave up and I used to come home after work to about 6 guys sitting on the fouton lining up waiting to "have her" when they were all done they would leave.. I felt like getting magazines for the "waiting room" aka my living room!!! Was not happy Jan!"

Righty-ho! Not sure she's the kind of flatmate that most girls would like.

Have you ever lived with someone who's tried to crack onto your boyfriend or girlfriend and what happened? What did you do? Leave me a comment or send me your story.

Posted by davidw at 08:50 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)