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roomates or whatever...friends, loved ones, who SNEAK and are dispespectful like they are entitled

ok i am SICK of you trannie bitches who BREAK INTO MY CLOSET!!!

i am a size SMALL PETITE!!

you stretch out my shit and hell, don't even get me started on how YOU WILL NEVER look as hot, no...not NEAR as good as me in my stuff!!

leave my stuff alone!!

i go in and find a mess, you could at least put it back the way you found it!

NOT DIRTY AND WRINKLED

NOT thrown on the floor

ok i is done :rant:

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shit or get off the pot...I hate hate hate people who don't/wont change things in their lives b/c they are to scarred or lazy to do something about it.. Then they whine to the world that their marriage suxs or they hate their jobs. STFU and GTFO. ahhhhhhhhh much better, tyvm :happy:

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It was my non-favorite older sisters, and for the most part, *all* my siblings, that made me want to live on my own.

My sisters, favorite one nonwithstanding, would steal t-shirts, polo shirts, and other various clothing from my room. Unfortunately, they are all at least C-cup, even back then, and my shirts would return deformed (could have drank more coffee to keep those breasts in check.) There were mornings where I didn't have anything to wear because of this, yet I get blamed for not being ready for school fast enough. :rolleyes:

The brothers, both older and younger, would destroy pretty much everything nice I would have (models, toys, etc.) I became mechanically inclined not because I thought it was fun (OK, it was...deal,) but also as a need to put my stuff back together after the tornado of my brothers hit my room.

If (which is a pretty big "if," consdering the bleak love life,) I do co-habitate, the sharing of personal space may be the biggest thing to achieve.

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It was a friend who spent the night so yah at least he don live here...but now I has locks on the outside of two doors.

My mom in law comes in and looks and goes...'were you trying to keep the kids out or what?'

I really didn't know what to say so...I said nothing...I kinda like older people...they forget so easy i don has to splain anything...lol

Bout to go put one on the basement door now too

Kinda looking forward to turning lets see like um 70ish so I can just pretend I has dimentia AND DO WHATEVER with no questions hell people will probably offer me a cookie or something.

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All things considered, I've gotten pretty lucky with the roommates I've had as an adult. I had a few bad ones back in college.

My personal space rant has to do with when I am waiting in a line in a store, restaurant, bank, etc. and the person behind me has to stand literally right on top of me. You're not going to get service any faster just because you are 3 inches closer to the end of the line, back off. A couple weeks ago I was in line to get my take-out food and there was a woman with a fussy baby standing so close to me that she kept brushing against my arm and back. I was ready to punch her.

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i could go on.

i am a loner by nature and i dont gety any time to myself to sit in a dark room and think, or do something for myself

my situ isnt looking to change. i'm at home with me pearents and my mum's health isnt what it should be. theres a lot she cannot do for herself, or do for very long so i spend my evenings on beck and call duties after she's struggled therough the day whilst i'm in work.

also the market right now aint looking good. prices are high (extortionate) but their coming down. just got to keep my head down for a bit and save a bit more, bide my time for the recession to bottom out and start to recover before making a deposit.

i hope.

that or hope theres more property floating about in the family for an inheritance claim

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I love living alone. :biggrin: I work hard to achieve and keep my independent status. I shudder to think of the days when I was destitute, and an unfortunate house guest-- relying on handouts and spare couches, and at the mercy of whatever drama existed in the houses I stayed at.

I'd rather die, than go back to having no privacy or personal space.

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Well its nice to offer a couch when a guest has a long way to drive or has been drinking.

People should be more courteous when they are being done a favor. Especially when I have done their makeup for free and shit...

thats another thing I hate. If you borrow someones makeup use sponges and qtips you can throw away so your not risking spreading pink eye or ringworm...ick

don't share lipstick

I get bitter, but I will still offer it on occasion as things are tight and hell with gas, cover charges ect who can afford a room these days.

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my second roommate when i lived in the dorms had to have this set schedule of taping shows. she loved american idol and kelly clarkson.....she'd have a weeks of continuous planning on when she wasn't there i had to watch whatever she needed for the time slot her shows were on.

... :rant: american idol was on 3 or more times a week! then her obsession with backstreet boys and full house!! this was 2000 and i don't know many people who are still obsessing about these things...letalone get paired with me for almost a year.

i corrupted her....but not a dent.

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I am an only child, so I do not need to explain that I go ape-crazy when someone touches my shit.

My huge issues come from bed space. By the way that he sleeps, one could assume that Pestilence is about 6'5", approxmately 4-5' wide, and weighs roughly 550 lbs. I am rolled off the bed quite often.

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I know someone who still calls someone 'friend' after he used him for a year as a free place to stay...and never cleaned or anything.

Hell if you got a free couch, the least you can do is the dishes. Sheesh.

some people are waaay to nice :wink

Oh and said dead beat also wouldn't pitch in and buy his own shampoo when he crashed on someone else' couch a while back...used all their soaps. Laundry, everything. Ass.

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I had a room mate who had problems with boundaries

He was a good guy but his hamburger helper would cross the 4 day boundary in his backpack

then it would cross the boundary into sitting BEHIND the refrigerator

then it would cross the boundary into becoming a horrifying bacteria

then it would cross the boundary of the container when I found it and cleaned it

then it crossed the boundary of my respiratory system

finally I crossed the boundary into the emergency room when bacterial pneumonia from said 3 month old hamburger helper prevented me from breathing.

lol if the Hamburglar had an assistant, he'd be a Hamburglar Helper.

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Robble Robble

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This is why I am 99.99% antisocial,yes I lock everything up.Lock are meant to keep out honest people,titanium locks are used to keep everyone out,LOL!!

the one thing that pisses me off is when ever you use a computer at the library,you always get snoopy moronic people looking at your screen,I usually tell them where to go and get a life.

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I had a room mate who had problems with boundaries

He was a good guy but his hamburger helper would cross the 4 day boundary in his backpack

then it would cross the boundary into sitting BEHIND the refrigerator

then it would cross the boundary into becoming a horrifying bacteria

then it would cross the boundary of the container when I found it and cleaned it

then it crossed the boundary of my respiratory system

finally I crossed the boundary into the emergency room when bacterial pneumonia from said 3 month old hamburger helper prevented me from breathing.

lol if the Hamburglar had an assistant, he'd be a Hamburglar Helper.

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Robble Robble

:rofl::cry: :rofl::cry:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've ended up being den mother to some really slobbish male room mates, before.

I had one roomie who loved to fill the sink full of water, and then put his un-scraped dinner plates in it to soak for a few days. Gotta love that one. Then, there was the guy who had not one, but TWO, beer can recycling bins across from his computer desk. The empty cans usually didn't get much farther than the table next to the desk; or the middle of the dining room floor, in front of the bins.

Some people just don't care if their house stinks, turns into a giant mushroom, or is overrun with fruit flies. *sigh*

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