We’ve been sharing awful roommate stories here on jenniferheller.com as I recover from my last living situation in which Will and I inadvertantly offered a bedroom in our apartment to who was to become known as our Roommate From Hell.
The truth is that he and I were each other’s Roommates From Hell.
You see, I like a clean house. I like clean dishes. I like people who clean up after themselves, and who replace the toilet paper roll when it runs out.
I would have thought that that sort of behavior would be generally expected, but it was foreign to my Roommate From Hell.
After he had neglected to replace the toilet paper multiple times, I texted him thusly…
“Please change the toilet paper for gods sake! From now on my charge is $25 to pick up your slack. Understand?”
Yep, I’m not proud of it, and it was pretty much downhill from there.
2 thoughts on “Confession: I am an awful roommate too”
Well….I once had this roommate who had this big ol’ orange cat..and I did the worst thing to her that she never found out about. It was so bad I still get pangs of guilt when I think about it. I…I can’t say it. It’s too awful!!!
TELL ME!!! 😀