Sorry For The Lack Of Post

So it was an interesting summer. I mostly had a break from the weirdo but every once in awhile he would show up here. Mostly just to keep me on edge I believe. He did a lot of weird stuff that I should of blogged about but for the most part I was over it.

I now have a new roommate and we have transformed the apartment from icky to wonderful. She's of course not a roommate from hell and I wont be blogging about her. However it seems we have some rude weird neighbors living below us. I am thinking about either now focusing this blog on them or creating a new one. You can def give me your opinion.

So on a hoorah and a new beginning I thought I would share one last roommate story with you guys. My new roommate and I went to run the dishwasher and she noticed a large pool of yellow liquid in the bottom of the dishwasher. I instantly thought ewww pee. But we removed all the dishes and started the dishwasher to see if the substance would drain. However it turned out to be an entire bottle of dish soap mixed with water. His last sticking it to me and crazy move was to flood the apartment in a bubble fest. Honestly for as crazy as he became i thought he would of been more creative. But I give him props for what could of been a real disaster.

So let me know if you think I should post on here or create a new one. Sorry I didn't post more this summer.

Chairssssss

So I hope to keep this one short and sweet. I realize a lot of people don't find the humor however in this story so by all means let me know your take on the situation.



Lately I feel like my post have been a little more nag and a lot less funny. I hope that's just me being hypercritical but I just want to let you know that these blogs come from a light heart. I usually laugh for a good five to ten minutes during the actual event and I usually only post it if I know it will make you laugh or I've retold and laughed very hard.


Alright so I bought a cute table and two chairs I can honestly tell you the only time I've used my chairs is for recycling. I like to hang the bag on them. Anyway so my roommate took the first chair in his room two years ago and after a few months of mistreating the chair it broke. We laughed and finally he replaced it. So after a few more months of mistreatment we had friends over and we were playing apples to apple ( quick draw I may add) The next thing we knew there was a boy laid out on the floor and the chair in shambles. So after months of having one chair my roommate brought these hideous and I truly mean hideous chairs. I wish I had a picture of them. I would get a picture but you'll see in a few moments why I no longer can.


So let me refer you to an earlier post about the lawsuit story. During that time we had a tiff about him replacing my chair, it went something like this:

Me: Where is my chair?
Him: What Chair?
Me: The chair you broke.
Him: MY FRIEND BROKE IT
Me: Exactly...
Him: It's in the closet...
Me: I threw it away months ago.
At this point he is walking away towards him room. The little twerp does not handle confrontation well.
Me: Just replace my chair.
Him: You can have my chairs.
Me: (snort) Your chairs your chairsssss
Him: A chair.
He then walked in to his room and slammed the door of course. As my friend and I left I picked up "my chair" and threw it across the room and said I LOVE MY CHAIR. it tumbled across the floor. Later that night it was still in the middle of the room but the following day he loaded all his chairs even the one he had given to me in his car. It was quite the site to see.

I still don't have a chair or a sauce pan :(



Please allow me to try and describe these chairs... they are poop brown round "1970" space ships with hideous rails. They had large fur balls on the bottom of the chairs that often shed. Oh goodness.

When The Going Gets Weird You Know My Roommate Is Involved.

So I returned to my apartment after a nice week long vacation. As I entered the door I noticed that the roomie had taken the large box pictured throughout the blog and turned it up right. It was laying flat with various objects on it. Most of his crap that was sitting on the box was thrown all over the apartment. As I studied the large mess I realized the 5 empty bottles of wood varnish were gone and a few of the LARGE water jugs. My brain hurt. I could not figure out what he had done.

Later I was looking around hoping to find a clue that he had moved out. No such luck. However I looked in the closet and I was like wtf are these boxes? There were three random boxes with different size and colored tiles. Yes floor tiles. Had he stolen these from work?? What was he doing with them and more importantly WHAT WERE THEY DOING IN MY APARTMENT?! As I further researched the tiles I found small chunks of fake hardwood floor in on of the tile boxes. My brain was aching.

So it's been four days and he has not appeared. I know he'll be back and when I am not sure. I was thinking to myself should I tell my blog readers that I though there would be no more post. Tonight however I went to bake a cake I got in the closet where some of my dishes have been hanging out and being protected. I was searching for a small pan and I realized he stole one of my cake pans.... Why? I wish I knew so I made due with what I had a small cake and twenty four tinyyyy cupcakes. I went to grab a toothpick to check if the cake was done. As I looked at his cupboard because yes my toothpicks were in his holder. I realized he took his toothpick holder. Nothing else just the toothpick holder. I began to laugh and I moved on.

I decided I wanted a piece of toast with some of my peanut butter. I grabbed my peanut butter and opened it and half of my peanut butter was missing. I was very confused because he had a large container of his own peanut butter. I looked over at his cupboard and realized he had also taken his peanut butter. So he used my peanut butter and then realized that he had also used my toaster and left it plugged in. Grrr one of my biggest pet peeves. So I grabbed my butter and as I looked in to the container I realized he used and then took a knife and stabbed the butter. HE STABBED THE BUTTER. For the record he has his own butter and I looked in his fridge there is a good chance he probably also took that.

Every action this kid does truly makes my brain hurt. I hope you are laughing as hard as I did. Hopefully you're not as confused as me. WTF!! :) I love comments so don't be afraid to throw some up!

Frozen Doughnuts Lead to Stupidity

I think it's the frozen doughnuts that have made him go completely stupid. So recently we got a seventy dollar electric bill. With the permission of my Mother I allowed him to use up a lot of the electricity but I have issues letting it go to waste and racking up a large bill. My mother pays my half of the bill so in no way does he punish me, only himself. So I thought after the large bill he'd chill with the fan,I was oh so wrong. Now he loves leaving his light on when he is not home turning the light, fan, and heat lamp on in his bathroom constantly, and now lovessssss the hallway light. IDIOT right?! Oh but it gets better. So tonight he calls the security company of our apartment and places a noise complaint. So my friend and I are watching of all things a school band thing on television. Losers right?! Anyway so there's a knock on the door and I look out the peep hole and I am like well great it's the cops but then I realized it was security so I answer find my ID I am laughing but really trying to keep it in. He's being all creepy and I am trying to not slam the door on his face. Blah Blah... SO anyway he leaves I am laughing my friend leaves. This is what makes him a complete idiot. I am not moving out so I don't have to worry about my renters history but he is moving out and will need good renter's history and he fucked himself over. Not only does he now have a noise violation but also a violation because he called in on my dog. So it just shows as an apartment violation and not a person.

Sorry I know this blog sucks but I am in a hurry. But honestly the dude is the worlds biggest idiot.

There were three bags yesterday which means in under 10 hours he has ate a dozen FROZEN doughnuts.

This is what is left. yes those are frozen doughnuts and yes that is the recycling he knocked over/ threw across the counter.


I AM LIVING WITH THE WORLDS BIGGEST IDIOT.

An Apology To You Dear Roommate.

Dear Roommate,
I just want to take a minute to apologize. So let me just begin...
I am sorry I sat with you in the hospital over night and worried about you for months.
I am sorry I bought you so many awesome games and that you have no friends to play them with now, I am also sorry you'll be taking them.
I am sorry that you have terrible mood swings and truly are the worlds biggest bitch.
I truly am sorry for all those times I cleaned up after you and didn't see that you were thanking me not with a simple thank you you or wow this place looks great but by spilling everything you could find on to every single place in our apartment. Oh yes and especially when you kicked my broom over right after I cleaned.
I am sorry that I for over a year and a half provided you with comfy furniture a tv and everything you'd need to cook.
Oh gosh and I am really sorry that I didn't have ice cube trays for the first couple weeks of us living together. I know when your friends came over for carabolus you were upset that you had no ice for them. I know it's hard to find a dollar and eight cents to buy some yourself.
I am really sorry for all those times you wanted intense awkwardness in our apartment especially between us and I tried to fix the situation.
I am sorry for all those times I baked delicious treats and then said nothing when you ate them all I did not even get one.
I truly am sorry that I never said anything when you brought in that hideous Asian decor or when you fucked a bumble bee and her clothes were flung all over the apartment.
I am sorry for all those months I paid the entire electric bill.
I now know how much you hated departing with your trash so I am terribly sorry that i constantly took it out.
Oh and I am sorry for not loving the constant smell of dirty grease in my apartment although I have to say it was just so much fun cleaning the constant grease off of every appliance.
I am sorry that I got upset when the one boundary I had with you was that you not let people in my room and then you let a drunk slut find her way in there and touch every single thing I own. I am sorry for not getting mad at you but instead having an adult conversation. I know this really upset you and I think that part that upset you the most was that I was not thankful for your little stranger slut raiding my room once again I am truly sorry.
While I am saying sorry I also want to say thank you...
Thank you for that time you spilt grenadine on every single wall, cabinet, appliances, and even my furniture. Thank you for not cleaning it up and leaving it to me to clean for over a month. Heck, every once in awhile I still find stuff covered in pink. it truly was the gift that kept giving.
and thank you for the array of sluts you have brought in to this apartment some of my favs were the freshmen sluts oh yes and the ones that came over and smashes glitter crayons in to our kitchen floor.
Oh and thank you for the men you brought here also. They were all so amazing with their wine spilling their lack of knowledge for football and their sucking you off. It's been a real hoot.

I could go on longer and apologize forever because as you can all tell I've done some real terrible things and my thank yous could be endless but I leave you with this last sorry dear roommate.

I am sorry I ever met you and that you turned out to be such a large piece of shit. I am sorry you spend you life in your 10 by 10 room killing animated versions of me. I am so truly sorry I've been the best roommate to you I and anyone knows how to be. Sorry.

Garbage Wars

Over six weeks this garbage war went on. I have to warn you it gets really ugly towards the end. For the record the reason I did not take out this garbage is because we separate our garbage and I was sick of taking out his trash.

This was towards the beginning of the battle. The plate next to it is one of my dishes he broke and later threw it across the room. This is maybe two weeks in to the battle.
Ugh just a close up of some of the nasty shit he eats and what was liquefying.
After awhile he ran out of room in the garbage that was literally bursting at the seams and just started throwing it next to the bag.
So I finally tied the way over stuffed bag closed and then bagged his trash that was covering the floor and set it in front of his door. He came home and placed it back in the kitchen. I saw this and placed it in front of his door again. He kicked it over and later placed it back in the kitchen.(week 6)
After weeks of this garbage I realized that I would have to resort to not typical tactics and then it hit me that public humiliation might help me win the very long smelly battle. So to play fair I made this darling sign (purple is where I blurred his name out.) and left the bag inside the apartment so he would have time to take it out. After giving him ample time to take it out I sat the bag outside our front door.( I lost the pictures of the bag sitting on the front stoop sorry!)

That evening when he came home he grabbed my sign and went to his room and tore it up. He quickly came out of his room flung the front door open and placed this sign on the garbage. So the bag that once had his name on it now had this sign on it. Not only does this prove how insecure and immature he is but also proves what an idiot he is. He should of put my name on it at least. I quickly took his sign down because he had already offended my friend and I was worried he had offended our neighbors. I then re made my sign and set it on the bag and left. Later that night when I got home he had brought the garbage in and took the sign.

The following day he took his trash out. It wasn't a smooth war and I feel that in the end I suffered through six plus weeks of disgustingly smelly trash and when he finally took the trash out that second bag was left behind filling up quickly and it looks to me as if there will be another long battle ahead. The evening before he took his trash out he threw butter and a knife across the kitchen destroying the freshly cleaned counters.

Cupcake Story Time

Gosh I finally beat technologies bum. So it only took me two weeks 3 different computers once of which I had to take apart to get you these pictures.

So here goes... I was in the mood for German chocolate cupcakes and when I was finished I chose a nice cupcake frosted it nicely and knocked on my roommates door. There was silence. (for the record I was doing this to get a laugh not to resolve any issues. I have not gone soft.) Trying to contain my laughter I said in to his door would you like a cupcake. Now in case he thought I did something to them I was going to allow him to pick and even eat a cupcake to show him they were not contaminated. Still no response, I continued on asking him if he;d like me to leave the cupcake at his door yes? no? maybe so? At the point I was beginning to laugh and I said ok here's the deal I will leave the cupcake on the table if you want it awesome if not awesome.

I sat the cupcake on the table and left with my friend. When we arrived back he was gone and I took the time to kick a large box of his that had been in our apartment for over six months over. The box landed in front of the door. As we heard him ride up my friend flipped out and yelled I HAVE TO MOVE THE BOX. She sprang up ran to the box and tried to move it before he made it up the stairs. This of course sent us in to hysteria as she quickly tried to shove the paper in to the box. She quickly ran back to the couch and we were bent over crying with laughter when he walked in.

After awhile my friend looked at me and said what if he would of tripped over the box. We began to laugh hard once again and I said well he should of ate the cupcake. At this point we decided to leave. I had to run up to my apartment a little while after we left and I noticed that he had thrown my cookie sheet across the stove. I was annoyed and once again in need of a laugh so I chucked the cookie sheet at his door. My friend ran out the door in a blink of an eye. I hung back laughing and than left.

Later that evening I noticed that the cookie sheet had been moved to the table where the cupcake was. I was weirded out by this. Where was the cupcake? Why had he moved the pan? The more I thought about the more I began to think the pan was sitting a little strange on the table. I walked over to the pan and sure enough he had taken then cookie sheet and with all his might squashed the cupcake. I could not contain my laughter.

The cookie sheet with cupcake was moved for lighting reasons. If you are wondering yes the pan and cupcake are still sitting on the table.

This is the large box that I kicked and that has been living in my hall closet for months. Although now it's moved to the living room.