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From: shgibby61981
2011-03-04 08:52 pm (UTC)

A nightmare on Oakes Street 2

My house has 2 bedrooms on the main floor and 2 on the top floor. Bad roommate’s (Karen) room and mine are on the main floor and the 2 good roommates bedrooms are on the top floor. Since Karen’s room is right off the living room, she seemed to think that she was in charge of the main floor. If anyone wanted to sit out in the living room and visit or watch tv, she would yell at us telling us to turn the fucking tv down, while her tv is blasting. I lived in this house for six months now and never sat in the living room until yesterday, since she has a restraining order right now against her.
We were not allowed to use the kitchen either without her nagging and harassment. My other roommate was cooking one day and witch roommate came into the kitchen and said, “ oh, that smells good can I taste it?” At the same time she sticks her dirty fingers into the sauce and sticks them into her mouth. Sufficed to say my roommate had to throw out the sauce she made.
We were never allowed to have leftovers in the fridge either. If one of us went to a restaurant and wanted to save the leftovers for the next day, they would be in the trash in the morning all the while the fridge is full of her thanksgiving leftovers growing mold.
If you happened to actually buy groceries and leave them in the kitchen like most normal people do, you had to right your name all over the packaging otherwise Karen would take them and write her name on them and say that she bought them.
My other roommate Jill would be making tacos and while in the process of preparing the ingredients, Karen would ask “ Are you done yet?” and Jill “ No Karen”. Karen would start putting some of the things away and start wiping down the counters. Weirdo.
During Karen’s blackouts, she would go out and pickup homeless alcoholic and drug addicted men and bring them home with her. They would spend the night and they would have sex and drink and use all night long. Sometimes these men would stay for days before leaving. One homeless man was bothering everyone else asking them if they had any medications. He brought a stupid little dog with him that would shit all over the place.
I believe that Karen never worked a day in her life. She would always laugh and brag about collecting unemployment, SSI, Disability and food stamps all at the same time. I can’t believe she never got caught.
One time she received $17,000 for back pay on her social security claim. At that time we had many other bad roommates in the basement, all of which did not get along with Karen. All of them hated her as well. They pretended to be her friend and helped her blow all of her money in less than 2 months.
I was never allowed to have ice cream or frozen treats. I bought ice cream one day and the next night while watching a movie I thought that it would be nice to have some ice cream. I went out to get it and the whole container was gone. I got pissed off and yelled, “ I guess I am not allowed to have Ice cream either”. I put the container of ice cream in a black garbage bag and put it in the freezer in an effort to make it more difficult for people to sneakily take it. Karen slipped up and said something about the flavor I was missing being in the black bag, and I knew it was her after that.
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