Dishing the Dirt
I took over a friend’s shared lease because the rent was only $400. In, LA that’s a gift and blessing. I checked out the place and saw it was neat and tidy, and my two future roommates, while having alternative lifestyles (one was a Satanist and stripper, while the other was a bisexual pagan who practiced polyamory), seemed to be nice.
When I moved in two weeks later, however, I found the place to be thoroughly disgusting. Roommate 1 (the pagan) lived in the living room and had clothes everywhere. Her two cats had two overflowing cat pans leaking onto open boxes of pizza that she was still eating out of. There was also a canister of open gasoline by her bed and plates with days old food on them all over the place.
Roommate 1 threw ecstasy parties and often had sex in the living room. If she was in the midst of enjoying action, she would yell at me or Roommate 2 if we tried to get past her in the living room to get to the front door. If that was not enough, when she had sex, she would yelp like a wounded chihuahua. She kept forgetting her keys so she would break into the apartment via the balcony (we were on the second story) and scaring the shit out of Roommate 2 and I in the middle of the night. She also allowed her cats walk on the tables and kitchen counters and tear up clothes and furniture. The kitties were used to being able to eat food off people’s plates, which caused arguments as she defended their behavior as “natural.”
This was terrible but I put up with it. Until the day I came home to make dinner, only to find a used dildo on the kitchen counter. Roommate 1 denied it was hers even though she’d been bragging about it earlier. I moved out days later, but not before taking pictures. I only wish the smell could come with the pictures, but just imagine a homeless camp, a gas station, and a dump mixed together
I want to see the pictures!
Pics or it didn’t happen.
The pix on the story is from the poster’s apartment. That’s the couch the kitties tore up!
I dunno, I call bullshit on this one. Not because it’s not possible (I’ve had enough roommates to know that no story is too outlandish), but because the poster supposedly saw the place before moving in. If it was half as bad as she says it was then she would have noticed something amiss during the viewing – even if the other two had cleaned the place up beforehand.
Maybe they all moved in at the same time? She does mention that they were future roommates.
Man the smell must have been obnoxious!!! I would have lost my lunch if I saw a used dildo on the counter. That’s just wrong.
So many stories involving crappy cat owners. Yuck. I find cats somewhat cute from afar, but I’d rather dodge dog poop on the grass any day than deal with an “overflowing litter box.”
people get cats because they don’t need to be walked, so they figure, just leave them to their litterbox…and then everyone else has to deal with it. I’ve had some pretty wacko roommates and probably it would sound bizarre…nothing surprises me.
Dog poop on the grass indicates that the owner of the dog is being responsible and taking their dog out to crap. Overflowing litter boxes don’t happen if the cat’s owner is being responsible.
I’m on the fence about calling bullshit on this one. Why not call the landlord and let them know Roommate 1 was such a damn pig? I’m pretty sure they would’ve liked to know and might’ve evicted them for shitting up their property. Or why move in in the first place? I’m pretty sure there are laws or ordinances or something about the place being a health hazard. I know it was the day they were supposed to move in, but I’d rather crash on a friend’s/parent’s couch (or hell, even sleep in my car) for a few days and get that sorted out than knowingly move in to, well, that.
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Forgot to say why I was on the fence. I’m on the fence because some people really are that nasty, but there are a lot of obvious things the submitter could’ve done but didn’t do.
Rawr, I think most of our “worst roommates” come about because we didn’t do what we could have done to alleviate the situation. My worst roommate is my worst because I didn’t speak up and he completely took advantage of the situation. I don’t have horrible roommates now that I see many of the pitfalls of living with others.
People really should get off their high horses when commenting — most worst roommates come about because BOTH were idiots. Great roommates don’t stick around for horrible stories to /continue/ happening.
I don’t understand what was so “high horse” about my comment. This story is so extreme that it’s just too damn hard to believe the submitter and his/her other roommate did absolutely nothing. Yeah, both parties are usually idiots. Everyone knows that. But this situation is just too far out there.
i have to agree with michelle…in one case, a bad roommate situation happened because i didn’t do enough to just put a stop to it and the guy just took advantage of the situation. I admit i was a bit of an idiot, but i was young and in a financial bind. Now i live alone and I’m happy.
OP here, I was in a financial bind and none of my friends had room for me at the time. I only stayed there three months, and I did confront the room mate about her behavior, only to be shrieked at about how I am not allowed to tell her what to do because it was her lease. I began seeking out places to live while living there, but trying to find a good and cheap apartment in LA is very hard, not to mention everyone else in LA tries to find the same thing as you at the same time, it seems. As soon as I found a better place and had the financial stability to do so, I did leave. Also, I really do wish that the state of the apartment didn’t deteriorate so fast, but apparently this room mate was a master at making a mess in a small amount of time. To those of us who continuously clean up after ourselves, this seems like a strange and impossible feat, but until you see it first hand, I don’t think you understand the level of filth some people are willing to live in. The manager would have inspections, but you have to give two day notices before entering a unit, and by that time she would have everything cleaned and the cats at a friend’s apartment (cats weren’t allowed, which I came to find out) and after the inspection it would quickly degrade to abhorrent filth once more. I haven’t had a room mate since and have vowed not to, and live in my own nice, clean, gasoline free apartment.
Good story! My favorite part is the fact that the satanist stripper was perfectly fine! You don’t say one word about bad behavior from her!
Nobody cares about where on the fence you guys are. It’s just a story. Read it, enjoy it (or don’t) and move on. No one cares about your crappy opinions. I’m sick of rude people “calling bullshit” and being downright rude to the OP’s and having the gall to act righteous about it. I won’t be surprised when people stop posting stories on ANY of the MVW sites coz they just don’t seem to care about telling people to stop viciously tearing apart anything someone submits.