Roommate 911, The Roommate Crisis Begins
Perhaps we should talk about the very first time that I ever saw her apartment. Before I moved in I agreed to help her clean, not knowing what I'd be in for. It looked like the relocation of a landfill and it became clear that this might become a rescue mission instead of a cleaning expedition if there was anyone else buried in the mess before me. This would be the beginning of the end. More
My Roommate Fell In Love With Me And Took Me Hostage!
It seemed as though there would be no end to her madness! The pigsty messes, lack of hygeine, laziness and mad money shopping sprees were just the beginning of the hellish nightmares that were to come!
I should have known have known the very first time that I saw her apartment.... there was something seriously wrong with this girl!
Though, I was having a hard time understanding how anyone could live like this, I was trying my best to give her the benefit of the doubt that it was not always like this. Who could possibly live like this? I could hear her in the kitchen rattling dishes and silverware like it was a restaurants rush hour. I heard a loud clattering sound that made me jump! I glanced over the bar, into the kitchen, and saw what the clamor had been. She had taken the entire sink full of what looked like several months worth of silverware or a very large dinner party, which I am suspecting was not the case here or the guests were buried in the avalanche of mess and we would soon be on a rescue mission instead of a cleaning expedition, and she was dumping them into a grey, Rubbermaid container which thankfully, had a lid.