Okay, so I feel like every time I post in this thread it's about my room mates, so I will make this short. I have to vent though, even if no one reads it, that's fine! lol
This guy who has moved in to replace the total beezy that used to live here is my worst nightmare. Honestly, I'd rather have ANYONE here but him. He slams doors (their bathroom door handle now is almost coming off) no matter WHAT time it is, (literally, 3AM he woke us all up coming inside and had no apologies.) he leaves his shoes all outside of his room cause he has this weird thing about pet hair on his carpet- which WHY he moved in when I have two dogs and a cat and my room mate has a dog, too, I have no idea. He locks his door, like we're gonna steal something? So shady! He works from home and he is SO LOUD on the phone you can hear him no matter where you are in the house. He told us he had a 9 to 5 job and traveled a lot... okay 9 to 5 at the house where you make deliveries like 3 times a day to doctors offices is not quite what we pictured when you said that, sir.
He is 36 years old and goes out to bars every night like he's in college and then, in the morning while you're trying to get out the door to WORK or SCHOOL or your LIFE he feels the need to tell you about how hung over he is and how much he drank. I have had a double transplant and feel like I'm hung over every day from my meds, spare me the details about how you brought it on yourself. kthanks. He literally says the most random crap ever to you. We have no relationship at all, like, I don't even know anything about him, yet he pokes his head in my room and announces this afternoon his hang over is gone after his nap. I was like "... cool..." and then goes on this tangent about how he's going to be in a match.com commercial cause he met some guy at a bar who is going to hook it up for him. He's so enamored with the fact he lives in LA it's disgusting. (if he's on the commercial I will tell you all, lol so you can see what a weirdo he isssss...)
Then, he is like anal retentive clean. He leaves notes for me about how my dog food needs to go on a certain shelf in order not to contaminate his food (the dog food has a plastic lid and is probably better than whatever he is eating...) and the other day he took the liberty of moving ALL my dog things to my room because they were on the kitchen table and he doesn't want anything on the kitchen table because it will attract flies and looks messy. He hates my furniture, as does my other room mate, but if it weren't for me we would literally have a TV, a desk, and kitchen appliances, so they need to be appreciative that I let them use MY THINGS at all! He bleaches the sinks/shower/tub/laundry areas daily, like we are lepers or something. He wears gloves in our house when he does his cleaning. He's used ALL of the swifer sweeper pads (30 pads!!!) in two weeks (which those aren't good for the animals anyway, I don't like to use them more than a couple times a month.)
My great dane barks or growls at him every time she sees/hears him. She despises him, probably getting that from me, but still....
OH! And the best part of all, we have lived here 8 months, me and the other room mate (who is usually a royal pain, too, but tolerable compared to him) and he's been here 3 weeks. He's changed EVERYTHING yet pays $400 less a month than I do and $200 less than she does. (I have my own bathroom and parking, but still dude, come on.)
He is... an idiot... I hate him. So much. so... so... much. *headdesk* every time I hear him come out of his room I squirm...
EDIT: so much for short....
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