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July 08, 2006

A word from an Expert

Are you an expert at sharing a house with others? Magnus certainly thinks so and I reckon we can look forward to more than one tale from him on the subject of weird flatmates. Here's the first one....
"Hello world! I am a roommate veteran. Currently I am into my sixth account of sharing a flat, and today I'm going to tell you about no. 2. The entire situation was rather bizarre now that I look back on it, because I met the guy who actually rented out the place almost half a year after I left. That's when he took down the place because it went to the dogs because of a roommate specimen that I will tell you about. He lived in the smallest room, supposedly because he'd pay the smallest amount of rent. He was 27 and in his third semester of studying law. And he was high a lot. I put up a computer for everyone in the flat (4 people on paper, usually around 6 people there) so I wouldn't get home and find other people's email accounts still logged in on my computer. Never ever do anything even close to like this with a weirdo.
I actually intensified the situation with this, because now he had set up a "computer corner" right in front of my door and was permanently sitting there watching videos. Preferrably during late hours and having turned up the sound. Let alone having his nextdoor mattress of a girlfriend over a lot. At some point I realized he was downloading pornography. How could I tell? Maybe it was because of the suggestive downloads in queue in the file sharing program. Which is an entire new world of a story, as you all know how much fun an overloaded Internet connection is. So I deleted his porn and cancelled those downloads naturally. The next morning he came home and started an aggravated discussion about our collectively bought food. He told me that I was using only the shared food and that this way it would be too expensive for him. Too bad that I had spent more than ten times as much as he had on food and he said that he'd "go and buy more food now" instead of reimbursing me. At some point when I said I'd bought extra food just for myself, which I had not put in the kitchen with the rest, he said that I was trying to get him down by doing all the "things I do". His words still ring in my ears: "I came home and all my porn is deleted!" I fled the place eventually." If you're an expert, why not share your experiences with the rest of us?

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Flatmate double life

Do you often wonder what your flatmate is getting up to when you aren't around, or even when you are? Do you look at them and want to know just what game they are playing? This story from Will exposes the double life of flatmates....
"I was working for an airline, and living by myself in a 2 bedroom unit overlooking the ocean - the rent was ridiculously cheap $160 per week. My supervisor was living with a drug addict about 200m up the road, and had decided to move out. I said I have a spare room, and for $70 a week it was his. He moved in, and all was well for about a month, until I met his girlfriend 'Jamie'. Then he got another girlfriend, this one had a kid, her name was 'Jamie' too. Other than being left to mind the kid while they had sex constantly, I had no other major issues with it. Then one day, the phone rings. 'Hi its jamie, is he home?' I said, 'hi jamie, i thought he was at the movies with you?' He had 2 girlfriend called jamie, who he was seeing at the same time. This went on for a few weeks until both of them found out, and one of them was pregnant to him. Overnight, he dissappeared, (he had packed his car and driven off interstate). The next day, I had both 'jamies' at the door demanding to see him, who wouldnt leave until they saw his room was empty. Then when they got into his room, they started fighting! Eventually I managed to get them out of the unit, and down onto the street, where they were last seen chasing each other up the street. It was nice to be able to answer the phone once again and not have to worry about 'which jamie' it was that he didnt want to talk to. Then Rhys moved in. I had flown with rhys for about 12months, and had helped him get into a uni degree. He moved into the spare room, and all was well until he would wake me at 2am when centrelink came through so that I could drive him 100m up the road to the 24hour service station. Then I went away for a weekend, and came back to a phone call from university insisting I had cheated on an assignment. Turns out he had found the big assignment of the semester, printed it out and literally changed the name from mine to his. Fortunately he was found out - but got very upset with me when I wouldnt tell the uni that 'he' wrote it. He moved out, and fortunately I learnt my lesson about sharing with people second time around. Interestingly, I was in Cash Converters a week later, and found my collection of CDs that had mysteriously gone missing a month ago - (I was able to identify them as I had marked each one of them). Then the phone bill came through, $700! I confronted him about the CDs, and he said he needed the money to pay for his new accomodation - nice of him! As for the phone bill, well, he paid half - unfortunately it was obvious that about 90% of it was his - the smart boy had signed up to a premium subscription service?!" Again I ask how one person can attract 2 major losers to live with them? Where does the problem and therefore the solution lie? Let me know your thoughts...

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July 05, 2006

Flatmates who like to "borrow" stuff

The few times that I've shared a house, it's always been a given that at times, some of my stuff would get used or go missing or whatever. I mean, it's part of living with others isn't it? But what do you do when your flatmate steps over that line?
I got this story a few days ago from Karina.... "Worst flatmate ever? I had a flatmate once who was the flatmate from hell. I came back from holiday once to find half of my wardrobe missing - some of it she had 'borrowed' amd the rest she had 'lent' to a friend... Most of it I never got back. She had her boyfriend over lots, and made it really impossible for me to be in the living room, as they were draped over both sofas...(bear in mind that it is my flat). She'd wake me up in the middle of the night to ask for a condom... she would use my food, toiletries, and I'm sure she probably used my toothbrush as well. She also hated me seeing my friends - I had to hang out with her or no-one! When she moved out, she helped herself to a suitcase and some bedlinen of mine, and refused to hand over the keys. Literally, the flatmate from hell!" I feel your pain Karina and it's even worse when you come home and not only is your stuff missing, but your flatmate seems to have done a runner as well. Not that this has happened to me....

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July 04, 2006

The Postman always delivers

This is an oldie but a goodie and goes to show that when we share a house with other people they will usually do stuff to surprise us. This story involves the flatmate, a Postman and an important 'package'....
Luke writes..."Unbeknownst to myself and other housemates, one of the girls in our house was having a regular rendezvous with the local postman. As the rest of us usually worked at daytime we were none the wiser. Until one day one of my housemates was waiting out the front for the postman expecting an important letter. My other housemate was also waiting for the postman for "her important delivery". So she let my other housemate know that she's getting a bit of lunchtime action with the postman. We all had a good laugh about this until she found out that the postman was married and she "refused to let the postman deliver his special package anymore". He was quite upset by this and for the following couple of weeks would deliver our mail but rip up her mail and throw it around the front yard, he only stopped doing this after she threatened to complain to Australia Post." Anyone else out there have a similar tale? Know if your flatmate has seduced a tradie or someone else like that? What happened? Share your sordid stories with the world...

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June 28, 2006

With flatmates like these...

...you certainly wouldn't need any enemies. I mean, really, if you can't trust the people that you are sharing a house with, it''s definitely time to move. Samantha writes about a love triangle that recently happened in her household...
"I recently had almost the same problem. I lived with a friend, her boyfriend has been interested in me since I met him. Shes mentally unstable, and he told me he didnt love her and didnt want to be with her, but if he left her then she would try to kill herself (she has done before). he and I pretty much had the same relationship as decribed by Melissa with that guy. It all went wrong last Friday when he and I went out drinking and ended up kissing. She found out and now all is over. I feel sick for what I have done. The thing is, it meant I lost a lot of other friends because he is a master at manipulating her mind to his liking and thus, the truth of the situation will never come out (so she will never know) - he sought me out, he kissed me. I expect to be outcast by her, and him even, but not the other people who have witnessed him trying to pick me up and me denying him then opportunity. Ah whirlwinds." Yeah that's all well and good Sammy, but it takes two to tango and I'm sure you could've said no. I mean, you do know that you can say no don't you? Why is it that the guy always seems to end up the bad guy in these types of situations? Got something to say about this? Let me know...

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June 26, 2006

Revenge is sweet...

have you ever lived with someone that made you crazy? Did you ever seek out revenge from them? Kate did and sent me this story about what happened when she got her revenge...
"My flatmate was such a bitch to me. She thought she was a Queen Bee and tried to get in there with the guy I liked just to annoy me So I shagged him, pissed in her shower gel and phoned up the day after to tell her that Id shagged the bloke she liked! ha ha " Ahhh, see now that's just pure class isn't it? Have you ever exacted revenge on your flatmate? What did they do to deserve it and what did you do?

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I think you're crazy

Living abroad comes with a new set of expectations, and delivers experiences that most often times we aren't expecting to have. It can lead to all sorts of of wonderful people, or some that are completely nuts, like this story from Kellie shows...
"my australian house mate, female, whilst in the uk took so much moral offense to me cheating on my boyfriend (who, like her's, was still in australia) that she managed to not speak to me for the remaining 7 months of our stay. and we were sharing a room. and this is almost total, 90% blanking. she was crazy.
and our british house mate (we later discovered) had an over tight sphincter, he'd actually had it opperated on as a child, so that he was permanently so constipated that he would wait for us all to leave the house before taking a dump, apparently it could take hours." Like, I mean, who can't speak to the person they share a room with FOR 7 MONTHS?? That's just stupid. What do you reckon?

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June 24, 2006

Stuff you don't want to hear about...

Often when you share what is usually a reasonably intimate space with others, you end up seeing and hearing stuff that you maybe wish that you didn't. I've written before about the noises you can hear through walls, but what about what you can hear through the floor?
Paul left a tonne of comments overnight including this one that I thought was worth of his own post... "Ha my old flatty muzz used to live directly above me ,thin floor syndrome.His sexual exploits were very audible, all 2 minutes a night, only to tell me how hed made her come several times.sheesh, never had the nerve to tell him i knew different.What sort of wanker tells ya how many times he made her come, as if to to garner some false sense of machoism.Can any one tell me how guys like that hook up with hotties like her and manage to keep them?" i dunno Paul, I dunno. It's one of life's little mysteries I guess. Anyone out there got any ideas? Let me know!

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June 19, 2006

Flatmate love triangle

Sharing a house can often lead to a host of new relationships - some good, some not so good. But what happens when one of the flatmates becomes delusional about a relationship that is quickly turning into a love triangle? Melissa tells her story...


"i live with a girl who is dating a guy who liked me in the first place. he actually told us he doesnt love her and that he thinks i am gorgeous and he just doesnt sex from me..he wants marriage..she continues to invite him over and he continues to want to win me over . she lies about their relationship and ignores his comments. she is constantly talking about him all day long and all nite.to me of all people. thats weird.. the guy is getting more wiser and smarter but she doesnt want me around not him . she is wierd. he doesnt love her.. he said so!!! i mean what do you do. say he doesnt love you and he loves me!!!! bluh"

So what's the verdict? Which one is the nutter? Leave your comments!

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Flatmate love triangle

Sharing a house can often lead to a host of new relationships - some good, some not so good. But what happens when one of the flatmates becomes delusional about a relationship that is quickly turning into a love triangle? Melissa tells her story...
"i live with a girl who is dating a guy who liked me in the first place. he actually told us he doesnt love her and that he thinks i am gorgeous and he just doesnt sex from me..he wants marriage..she continues to invite him over and he continues to want to win me over . she lies about their relationship and ignores his comments. she is constantly talking about him all day long and all nite.to me of all people. thats weird.. the guy is getting more wiser and smarter but she doesnt want me around not him . she is wierd. he doesnt love her.. he said so!!! i mean what do you do. say he doesnt love you and he loves me!!!! bluh" So what's the verdict? Which one is the nutter? Leave your comments!

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June 18, 2006

The Haunted House?

I love hearing stories of the supernatural. Haunted houses especially. I find that whole thing really fascinating, even though it's without a doubt, completely weird. Those documentaries that are shown on TV about haunted houses usually have the strangest people on them. Maya sent me this story about her haunted house...


"I once lived in a house which i swear was haunted- except our strange little entity took particular pleasure in making my housemates sleepwalk- naked. into my bed. not nice. three seperate people, non of them good actors (So i know it wasn’t some sick joke) tried (and sometimes did) to get into my bed- i was least pleased when i woke to find my female housemate spooning MY boyfriend. They were both horrified (best friends and all) and I thought it was funny. except it kept happening. ick. "

What do you reckon? Is she telling us the truth or is she bending it a little in the name of a good story? Let me know?

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The Haunted House?

I love hearing stories of the supernatural. Haunted houses especially. I find that whole thing really fascinating, even though it's without a doubt, completely weird. Those documentaries that are shown on TV about haunted houses usually have the strangest people on them. Maya sent me this story about her haunted house...
"I once lived in a house which i swear was haunted- except our strange little entity took particular pleasure in making my housemates sleepwalk- naked. into my bed. not nice. three seperate people, non of them good actors (So i know it wasn’t some sick joke) tried (and sometimes did) to get into my bed- i was least pleased when i woke to find my female housemate spooning MY boyfriend. They were both horrified (best friends and all) and I thought it was funny. except it kept happening. ick. " What do you reckon? Is she telling us the truth or is she bending it a little in the name of a good story? Let me know?

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June 15, 2006

You're not dating in this house!

When we share a house with someone, there's often a rule or set of rules that we set down to ensure that we all get along, and that certain things are adhered to. But what if the rule you are asked to obey aren't fair and the other person bends them to suit themselves?


Stacey sent me this snippet overnight about a rule that her housemate was imposing on her...

"when i was 19 i live with a 50 year old who had a rule that i was not allowed to date. The rule wasnt that i wasnt able to have guys in the house it wasnt i MUST NOT under any circumstance date. he also walked around farting and saying woopsy didnt mean it (yet he did it all day) and he also filled my hardrive up with old man young women porn".

Yuk what an old sleaze bag. Does it make any difference to the rules if there is a big age gap? Let me know about your experiences.

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You're not dating in this house!

When we share a house with someone, there's often a rule or set of rules that we set down to ensure that we all get along, and that certain things are adhered to. But what if the rule you are asked to obey aren't fair and the other person bends them to suit themselves?
Stacey sent me this snippet overnight about a rule that her housemate was imposing on her... "when i was 19 i live with a 50 year old who had a rule that i was not allowed to date. The rule wasnt that i wasnt able to have guys in the house it wasnt i MUST NOT under any circumstance date. he also walked around farting and saying woopsy didnt mean it (yet he did it all day) and he also filled my hardrive up with old man young women porn". Yuk what an old sleaze bag. Does it make any difference to the rules if there is a big age gap? Let me know about your experiences.

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June 14, 2006

Don't fall asleep

One of my friends came home after a huge night out and woke up in the morning to find that his flatmate had indeed written his ex's name on his forehead in permanent marker. Does that sound wierd to you? It shouldn't cause in my most recent poll, 9% of you indicated that you would do that to your flatmates. All the results below...



Your flatmate comes home after one too many drinks and falls asleep on the sofa. Do you:

Take a photo and post it up on your blog for all the world to see? ;) = 44%

Help them into bed? = 38%

Shave off their eyebrow? = 9%

Write their name on their forehead? = 9



What's the worst prank that you've inflicted on your flat mate or had inflicted upon you?


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Don't fall asleep

One of my friends came home after a huge night out and woke up in the morning to find that his flatmate had indeed written his ex's name on his forehead in permanent marker. Does that sound wierd to you? It shouldn't cause in my most recent poll, 9% of you indicated that you would do that to your flatmates. All the results below...

Your flatmate comes home after one too many drinks and falls asleep on the sofa. Do you: Take a photo and post it up on your blog for all the world to see? ;) = 44% Help them into bed? = 38% Shave off their eyebrow? = 9% Write their name on their forehead? = 9

What's the worst prank that you've inflicted on your flat mate or had inflicted upon you?

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June 12, 2006

The over-sharing flatmates

Living with people who aren't your family can be wonderful experience, sharing the living costs, chores in running a household, plus the great company that another person can provide to us. But sometimes you can get yourself into a situation where you end up sharing more than just household items...


Sam sent me a short story about her two flatmates..."my two flat mates are a EMO couple of guys with one thinking hes a vampire and the other a depressed weirdo. they both have girlfriends and they have a habbit of swapping them. oh my god help me now".

Is it just me or is this one of the strangest one's that I've ever posted?

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The over-sharing flatmates

Living with people who aren't your family can be wonderful experience, sharing the living costs, chores in running a household, plus the great company that another person can provide to us. But sometimes you can get yourself into a situation where you end up sharing more than just household items...
Sam sent me a short story about her two flatmates..."my two flat mates are a EMO couple of guys with one thinking hes a vampire and the other a depressed weirdo. they both have girlfriends and they have a habbit of swapping them. oh my god help me now". Is it just me or is this one of the strangest one's that I've ever posted?

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Some things should be left in the cupboard

Most of us have a secret stash of stuff that we'd prefer our flatmates, indeed our friends and families, not to see. For some of us it might be a collection of toenail clippings, others might have a private horde of handcuffs. Adam writes that his flatmate proudly displayed his strange collection for all the world to see....


"You think thats weird. I had a flatmate who collected 70’s porn films and displayed them in the living room. Dont get me wrong the porn bit was fine but having them displayed and having my parents just randomly drop by….Well it wasnt a real winner with them.".

Yeaaahhhh, that kind of stuff should be stored in a private place no? Let me know what you think?

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Some things should be left in the cupboard

Most of us have a secret stash of stuff that we'd prefer our flatmates, indeed our friends and families, not to see. For some of us it might be a collection of toenail clippings, others might have a private horde of handcuffs. Adam writes that his flatmate proudly displayed his strange collection for all the world to see....
"You think thats weird. I had a flatmate who collected 70’s porn films and displayed them in the living room. Dont get me wrong the porn bit was fine but having them displayed and having my parents just randomly drop by….Well it wasnt a real winner with them.". Yeaaahhhh, that kind of stuff should be stored in a private place no? Let me know what you think?

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June 11, 2006

Mirror Mirror, on the wall

Who's the vainest of them all? Gareth writes from London that one of his flatmates was a close relative of Narcissus....


"He used to go on a different date every night with people he met from the internet, then after first date thought he was in a relationship, got overly possesive and then go mad at them for whatever reason. He used to tell us every day about how he'd found the one. Total narcicist.   Worst of all he exfoliates and face masks about 3-4 times a day leaving all the residues in the bath, sink, in fact everywhere - then wondered why his skin was so bad!"

Have you ever lived with someone who liked to at themselves more than they should've? Leave me a comment below.

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Mirror Mirror, on the wall

Who's the vainest of them all? Gareth writes from London that one of his flatmates was a close relative of Narcissus....
"He used to go on a different date every night with people he met from the internet, then after first date thought he was in a relationship, got overly possesive and then go mad at them for whatever reason. He used to tell us every day about how he'd found the one. Total narcicist.   Worst of all he exfoliates and face masks about 3-4 times a day leaving all the residues in the bath, sink, in fact everywhere - then wondered why his skin was so bad!" Have you ever lived with someone who liked to at themselves more than they should've? Leave me a comment below.

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June 10, 2006

Just what are you doing in there?

Have you ever lived with someone who you rarely see because they always seem to be in their room? Just what is it that they are doing in there? Katie wrote to me and let me know about her flatmate that seems to prefer his room over other parts of the house...


"They used to hide away in their room watching porn all day and night. His room stunk to high heaven, and he only had one set of sheets - so did not change his bedding for the entire year that we lived with him."

Now that's just wrong. Is that what your flatmate gets up to?

Mark writes that his flatmate is "Staying up all night in bed reading the yellow pages". Weirdo!

Are you a bedroom dweller? What do you do in there?

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Just what are you doing in there?

Have you ever lived with someone who you rarely see because they always seem to be in their room? Just what is it that they are doing in there? Katie wrote to me and let me know about her flatmate that seems to prefer his room over other parts of the house...
"They used to hide away in their room watching porn all day and night. His room stunk to high heaven, and he only had one set of sheets - so did not change his bedding for the entire year that we lived with him." Now that's just wrong. Is that what your flatmate gets up to? Mark writes that his flatmate is "Staying up all night in bed reading the yellow pages". Weirdo! Are you a bedroom dweller? What do you do in there?

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June 07, 2006

Cheating flatmates - Butt out!

Last weeks poll asked you guys to vote on what you'd do if you suspected your flatmate of cheating on their partner. It was a clear majority that said it's definitely not cool to get involved, preferring to let the flatmate have their privacy. All the results here....


You suspect your flatmate is cheating on their partner. Would you:

Butt out? It's none of your business = 72 percent

Snoop through their stuff looking for clues to confirm it? = 11 percent

Confront them and demand the truth? Snooping is as bad as cheating = 9 percent

Tell their partner so s/he can snoop or confront? = 8 percent

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Cheating flatmates - Butt out!

Last weeks poll asked you guys to vote on what you'd do if you suspected your flatmate of cheating on their partner. It was a clear majority that said it's definitely not cool to get involved, preferring to let the flatmate have their privacy. All the results here....
You suspect your flatmate is cheating on their partner. Would you: Butt out? It's none of your business = 72 percent Snoop through their stuff looking for clues to confirm it? = 11 percent Confront them and demand the truth? Snooping is as bad as cheating = 9 percent Tell their partner so s/he can snoop or confront? = 8 percent

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June 01, 2006

naked flatmates

Last weeks poll asked if you'd seen your flatmate naked and the results are in with most of you having missed the nudie show....


Have you seen your flatmate naked?

No, I have been spared that horror = 47 percent

Yes, hooray! = 24 percent

Only in my dreams = 17 percent

Yes, it was freaky = 12 percent
I've seen a couple of flatties naked and the girls were definitely easier on the eye than the guys... Have you got a funny story about seeing your flatmate naked? Let me know...

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naked flatmates

Last weeks poll asked if you'd seen your flatmate naked and the results are in with most of you having missed the nudie show....
Have you seen your flatmate naked? No, I have been spared that horror = 47 percent Yes, hooray! = 24 percent Only in my dreams = 17 percent Yes, it was freaky = 12 percent I've seen a couple of flatties naked and the girls were definitely easier on the eye than the guys... Have you got a funny story about seeing your flatmate naked? Let me know...

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May 29, 2006

Living with Friends

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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Living with Friends

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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May 27, 2006

Thin walls can't be good...

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?

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Thin walls can't be good...

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?

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May 26, 2006

So much weirdness, so little time

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...

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So much weirdness, so little time

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...

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May 25, 2006

A surprise in the drawer

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.

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A surprise in the drawer

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.

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May 24, 2006

Pretty & Messy Vs Ugly & Clean

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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Pretty & Messy Vs Ugly & Clean

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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May 22, 2006

When fair is not really fair at all...

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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When fair is not really fair at all...

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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May 20, 2006

The flatmates boyfriend

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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The flatmates boyfriend

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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May 19, 2006

Easy come, easy go...

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.

IÂ 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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Easy come, easy go...

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. IÂ 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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Friend to flatmate to lover = disaster

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!

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Friend to flatmate to lover = disaster

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!

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Flatmates should look after each other

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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Flatmates should look after each other

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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May 18, 2006

When flatmates lie

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.

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When flatmates lie

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.

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May 16, 2006

Dave the Weirdo - The Fan Club

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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Dave the Weirdo - The Fan Club

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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May 14, 2006

Someone to watch over you

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?

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Someone to watch over you

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?

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May 12, 2006

Bad, bad flatmate!

Mess In The Kitchen

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!

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Bad, bad flatmate!

Mess In The Kitchen 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!

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"How did you get in?"

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."

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"How did you get in?"

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."

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May 11, 2006

Some people are just foul

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."

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Some people are just foul

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?

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May 10, 2006

Flatmate interview techniques

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.

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Flatmate interview techniques

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!

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May 09, 2006

Sex with a flatmate

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.

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Sex with a flatmate

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.

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May 08, 2006

While you were out...

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.

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While you were out...

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.

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Weird noises your flatmate makes

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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Weird noises your flatmate makes

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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Your flatmates partner

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!

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Your flatmates partner

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!

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May 04, 2006

Your space, MySpace

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...

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Your space, MySpace

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...

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May 01, 2006

Here comes the flatmate

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

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Here comes the flatmate

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

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With friends like these...

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...

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With friends like these...

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...

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April 26, 2006

What's that smell?

Seems like more than a few of you have been weirded out by different odours that either come from your flatmates, or their rooms....

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What's that smell?

Seems like more than a few of you have been weirded out by different odours that either come from your flatmates, or their rooms....

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Like a virgin?

Peter W left a comment on the post about ending up in a flatmates bed and I think it's a corker! What he wants to know (and me too) is how many of you out there have lost your virginity to a flatmate?

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Like a virgin?

Peter W left a comment on the post about ending up in a flatmates bed and I think it's a corker! What he wants to know (and me too) is how many of you out there have lost your virginity to a flatmate?

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April 25, 2006

Prying eyes

When realestate.com.au & propertyfinder.com asked you guys to fill in a survey about weird flatmates, I was surprised that so many people responded about going through their flatmates stuff....

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Prying eyes

When realestate.com.au & propertyfinder.com asked you guys to fill in a survey about weird flatmates, I was surprised that so many people responded about going through their flatmates stuff....

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What happens when you end up in the wrong bed?

Many of the responses we had to the survey were about the consequences of hooking up with a flatmate. Some were good, others not so good....

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What happens when you end up in the wrong bed?

Many of the responses we had to the survey were about the consequences of hooking up with a flatmate. Some were good, others not so good....

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Keep your clothes on...

It seems that for some, what people wear or don't wear can earn them status as a weird flatmate...

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Keep your clothes on...

It seems that for some, what people wear or don't wear can earn them status as a weird flatmate...

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