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)Â 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.

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"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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"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

Posted by davidw at 10:25 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"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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Posted by davidw at 11:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

"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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Posted by davidw at 09:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

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?

Posted by davidw at 09:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

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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