The Infectious Foursome
I moved in with M and K after a neutral split with a boyfriend who I was living with. They had an extra room and K’s parents owned the house that they were staying in, I liked that I could bring my pets and they had a cat and dog who would keep them company while I went to school and worked. All was going well, I’m pretty laid back so I wasn’t really bothered when the same four friends of theirs came over everyday for hours, wrecked the place and left. We would all party most of the week and on the weekends, before school resumed. I had to put up with blaring rock band and Guitar Hero till all hours of the night and morning. When it was really cold outside I would smoke a bowl out the window to relax and try to study/sleep/enjoy my life.
Then things started to get weird. K had obviously had a problem with me “stealing her spotlight” because her friends liked me more than her. I couldn’t guess why since she said some of the most horrible things about them behind their backs and to each other. She would even go as far as insulting one girl’s dead mother. She couldn’t wait for people to leave so she could gossip; I was mostly appalled, tried to nod and smile and stay out of the drama. The house was filthy, except when K barked orders at M to clean it, she would sit and drink Diet Coke with a plastic guitar in her hands and watch him. They smoked cigarettes constantly and left the porch trashed on a nightly basis, but I was the bad guy cause I smoked a bit of weed, which confused me cause they would steal my weed whenever I left it on my desk.
Every time I would come home I would find K and four of her friends glued to the TV screaming into headsets playing XBox. I would immediately have to take both the dogs out since they hadn’t been let out since I left in the morning. Also, their dog routinely pissed on the couch and their friends spread MRSA (a sometimes fatal-antibiotic resistant staph infection) around to each other like candy. The health department and I both recommended a thorough cleaning/bleaching of common areas and furniture so that the infection wouldn’t be spread further or carried to others. These recommendations fell on deaf ears and I pulled an Anne Frank and stayed holed up in my room until I found another place to live (I was a week into a brutal college semester studying environmental economics — the irony was almost worth it).
When I did move out K had a literal panic attack, claiming that I owed her more money and threatened to call the cops. I told her to go ahead since there was no lease and every agreement was purely verbal. I didn’t pay and her friend threatened to kick my ass, while a large intimidating male friend stood by and glared, but he never made a step towards me and I’m so glad to be away from that biological warfare of a living room. Happy ending: I found a gorgeous house at the same price with three roommates, two are now my BFFs and the other turned out to be the love of my life and my animals haven’t been happier with their new friends either. Score!
How awful must a household be that results in a serious infection usually found in prisons and hospitals?
But… “pulled an Anne Frank”???? Am I being overly sensitive or is that a really inappropriate way to describe being “holed up” in your room?
@greenie, I laughed when I read it and my mom’s Jewish, but apologies if you took offense to it.
ach no, not offended, I just thought it was cringe-worthy
*shrug* I found the comment humorous
it’s all about the context – I found it funny, too.
What about K’s cat and dog?
Actually, MRSA has become pretty common in the past few years. One study estimated that over half of Americans have the MRSA strain living in the mucus in their nose. If one of them worked at a hospital, or had been admitted to a hospital, it would be pretty easy to catch. But it does worry me that they managed to spread it to each other. Usually it doesn’t spread without a lot of skin-to-skin contact on the infected area.
Here’s a bitter lol@gentileprivilege. Which is a shame, because I actually liked the rest of the post.
Bri suggested that these girlies had nightly orgies. Tsk tsk!
I thought the Anne Frank comment was humorous as well. Such is life.
“gentile privilege”?
I’m jewish and have used the Anne Frank reference myself…”I’ve been cooped up like anne frank”. Relax, folks! I’ve made even MORE tasteless jokes. “What’s with the gas smell? it’s like the Ovens!”
that being said, those people sound like my ex upstairs neigbhours with the Xbox and guitar hero…it was so fucking noisy! they moved out a year ago and I couldn’t be happier.
So excited to see my story published! I frequent this and other ‘my worst’ sites and so I’m pretty stoked you guys like it, as most of these blogs help me through some boring work days.
Didn’t mean to offend anyone with Anne Frank reference but I really don’t think anyone took it to heart, it was a metaphor for how isolated I felt. K’s cat did have a nasty upper resp. infection and the dog was mostly caged so he wasn’t AS exposed.
Seriously, these people with MRSA had to have multiple biopsies and invasive surgeries to their face and limbs to remove dead, rotten flesh and multiple rounds of heavy duty antibiotics. %Mechelle I also wondered if they were having late night orgies…maybe they used rock band dildos?
Update: I’m expecting a healthy baby in mid December with my live in BF at the new house and everyone here is really excited and supportive. Gotta love that karma!
I hope you’ve been laying off the pot, then.
@CodeCart Your high horse, get off of it.
Luckily I traded my pot habit for black tar. but only after work.
Lol @ Zeppelin- picturing CodeCart on a blazed out ‘Jim Breuer-esque’ horse
Ugh, the grammar of the “icanhazcheezburger” generation strikes again….
@Shannon – great story – I sort of had a sad visual of a bunch of zombie-esque twenty-somethings suffering through another round of Black Hole Sun just to get screwed by the idiot on the drums. Good to hear you traded up on the pot, though. I’ve heard horse really calms the morning sickness
“I told her to go ahead since there was no lease and every agreement was purely verbal. I didn’t pay ”
A verbal agreement is a contract.
Bad roommates, but you’re also a shitty roommate if you didn’t pay your share of the rent.
the OP said that K ‘claimed’ she owed her more money, not that she actually did owe it…
……..and another needs to booted from the high horse
there’s an awful lot of horses in here
Neigh!
Shall I break out the coconuts?
congrats Shannon