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So, I haven't been working much, right, and to make ends meet, Rob and I took ina friend of a friend, as a roommate, expecting that he would be paying us $100/week for our spare bedroom, and extra for groceries.
Well, my mom gave us a ton of food, like cups of noodle and easy mac when I moved in, because she wanted to be sure that at the very least, we wouldn't starve. naturally, we haven't had to call on that food source unless it was out of desire, but FREAKING ROOMMATE DEMOLISHED IT. I got so angry, because I went to rearrange the cupboards after grocery shopping today (yesterday? Saturday, in any case) and I looked into the easy mac box, that had previously, to my knowledge, been basically full, and found TWO PACKAGES LEFT. I threw them on to the shelf with so much force that one of the macaroni packages burst. [If you've been living under a rock and don't know what easymac is, it's an instant version from Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, that you add water to and microwave, then stir in the cheese.] He hasn't kept up with rent or grocery bills at all, and then on top of EVERYTHING, before he moved in, we told him that this was a "no seafood household" because I AM DEATHLY ALLERGIC. Even just the smell makes me nauseous. So last night, he comes in smelling like he's been smoking pot (we're also drug free here, no smoking, no drinking, nothing.) and then proceeds to open up a pouch of TUNA. TUNA!!!! And beer. He just loves his beer. I really regret telling him it was ok for him to keep a six pack in our fridge. I hate it. But that will come into play again later; I digress.
So he's eating this tuna, right, sitting on our couch, just chowing down, and I'm fighting the smell of whatever he was smoking and the tuna, trying to enjoy my TV shows before coming back into my room. I told him that since I was allergic, he needed to wash any dishes that he used with the tuna. Then he asked about the tuna pouches that were in the kitchen, that Rob bought back before I moved in. I told him that they had been purchased before me, and he asked if he could have some, and I said sure, not knowing what Rob would say, but also not really caring. Turns out Rob doesn't want roommate eating it. Go figure. Anyhow, so roommate proceeds to use one of the pouches to make some God-awful concoction that he puts on toast, so the stench is stronger. I got so angry, that I just got up and got ready to go for a drive. Oh, did I mention that he used dishes for this? And didn't immediately wash them out? He put the knife in another serving bowl that's been in the sink, thus making it so I can't do anything with any of those dishes, and ran some water into the bowl he used. SICK.
As I'm walking out the door, not knowing where I'm going at midnight, just that I have to leave, he has the audacity to ask me to take him to the liquor store up the road. In the state of Alaska, they check IDs for everyone, regardless of whether or not you go in the store. So yeah, I could take him, but I said I'd have to drop him because of the ID checks. I'm only 20, so he wouldn't be allowed to buy his hooch. He argued this with me, as if I don't know the laws and regulations in my own city and state, and then finally gave up, citing his lack of wanting to put socks and shoes back on. Which is fine, since beer bothers me. I used to drink, but have long since given it up and I could never stomach beer, anyway. I don't relish the idea of helping someone bring alcohol into my home.
So I leave. And I drive around, then text Rob, who's at work, to see if he wants to meet me out somewhere for his lunch break. He said yes, but that it would be a while. So I continue to drive around. I went and filled my gas tank. And drove some more. I ended up driving around for an hour before he was finally able to take his break. Roughly the same circuit, over and over. I almost got stuck in a church parking lot that hadn't been plowed yet. We've gotten probably two to two and a half feet of snow in the last three days. The church building isn't finished yet, so it's not surprising that the parking lot hasn't been plowed. Anyway, we finally meet, and he gets in my car and we go through the McDonald's drive-through and then park to eat. His presence is so calming to me, it's wonderful. We talked about roommate, and kicking him out if he is on drugs, and Rob's job, and we just...talked. It was nice. Then he had to go back and I needed to come home to bed.
When I get here, roommate is on the couch, sleeping with his dirty ass feet on my throw pillow. He's left his bedroom light on, and the bathroom light on, for no reason in the world. So he gets up, turns off the TV, and stumbles to bed. I go into the kitchen and in the sink I see that he's sort of washed the bowl, but not in an actually clean kind of way. Mind you, one of his jobs in indeed a dishwasher.
I open up the trash can, and find his last two beer bottles and am greeted by the combination of tuna and beer smell. NOT PLEASANT. It was all I could do to seriously not throw up while I tied off the trash bag and put it out on the porch. AND the living room stank like whatever he'd been smoking. I hate struggling to keep my late night snacks down.
So tonight, he comes home, not stinking, thank God, but he bends down to take his boots off, and what do I see? A FULL FREAKING MOON. And the last time I saw his bare ass, it was on my couch. Yup, he wears his pants and shorts low, and doesn't do laundry (or bathe, really) often, so his butt cheeks are in my face and on my furniture. But of course I'm shy so all I do is discreetly Febreze the furniture...but tonight, it just ugh, seriously made me feel sick. So I let the show I'm watching finish, and then I put my dishes in the kitchen, and get ready to head for bed. Or at least, hide in here. So I go into the bathroom, to do my business and brush my teeth. What do I come out to? THE STENCH of TUNA. He didn't ask, he just took, and used more dishes. I was all I could do to not slam my door. I had to spray pretty smelling stuff in our room, because the door had been open and the tuna had wafted in here. SICK.
So here I am, full of rage, and sitting on the computer when I should be in bed, at 4am on a Sunday morning.
Oh, and what's more? I officially lost my best girl friend today. I found out she gave up on our friendship months ago, so I'm finally on that boat and I'm just not going to try any more. It makes me really sad, but at the same time she's been treating me terribly for a long time. I just had hoped that it wouldn't come to this. *sigh*
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Posted by wee_star on 2008-02-17 08:04:42 | Rating: | Views: 92
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Awe...hun...your home should be a peaceful place that you can come back to and relax in - if this man is taking that away from you, I say kick him out! What he is doing is totally out of order!
I hope everything is sorted very soon for you xxx oh, and thank you for the comment left on my blog ;-) xxxxxx
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Posted by chebtastic1
on 2008-02-17 08:19:00
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I hate it when my friends assume I don't care if they drink in my house, too. And I completely understand what you're saying...
Thanks for the comment. It's great to meet a fellow Grammar Nazi.
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Posted by BitterSweetheart
on 2008-02-17 14:28:40
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