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Rex said:
Absolutly. My post was just the one that did me in. Here's the rest of the list that pushed me over.
-Uses my shaving cream.
-Uses my toothpaste.
-Eats my food.
-Doesn't buy toilet paper.
-Doesn't replace toilet paper when it's there.
-Doesn't clean up the room.
-Puts the latch that lets you only open the door from the inside on when he knows I have a daily routine of coming in at 10am to get my radio.
-Goes on leave for 10 days, during which I kept the room clean, comes back and in no time whatsoever has clothes everywhere.
-Doesn't buy the stuff to clean the room.
-ERASED MY FUCKING SHOW.
I like hanging out with the guy, but the petty shit he does drives me insane and after a while it adds up.
oh yeah, the barracks room mates....they can be the worst.
i had one that annoyed the fuck outta me, and i can get along with most anyone. i moved into that room, i got cable. he said he didn't want to chip in for it. ok, fine, don't, but let it be known that when i'm in this room, i'm watching what I want to watch, not what YOU or WE want to watch. he'd let out a loud sigh when i'd walk in the room and change the channel.
he used my clippers, then fucking took them to okinawa with him.
it did not bother me one bit that he was religious, read the bible, and prayed morning and night. what bothered me was when he tried to discuss it with me after my insistance that it was going to be a nasty conversation. I would have to leave the room when he'd start, or tell him to leave.
other room mates of mine were cool as hell. one of my room mates would always double check when i'd be back so he could jerk off in peace. after about the 4th time, i said, "listen dude, if you wanna whackit, lemme know. i can go hang out elsewhere for 20 minutes or whatever." I had no issues with him. we did have severe issues with our headmate though. mother fucker couldn't piss IN the shitter to save his life, but he could piss all over the god damn thing. that used to irritate us so fuckin bad, no matter how many times we'd walk into the bathroom and yell, "GOD DAMN IT! SOMEONE PISSED ALL OVER THE FUCKING SHITTER AGAIN!" he wouldn't get the hint. after 3 weeks we got in his face and told him he was cleaning the thing from then on, because we were sick of cleaning up his piss. he tried to deny it, but his aim improved significantly after that.
one of my room mates woke me up at 430 in the fucking morning when he set off the smoke alarm. he had a propane stove going and was cooking ramen noodles. he fell asleep with the stove on, all the water dried up, and it started to burn. he was drunker than shit. i jumped up when the smoke alarm went off to see him standing on the dresser fanning the smoke alarm saying, "it's ok dude, everything's alllllllll-right. go back to sleep, it's cool, i got it under control."