Hey Jow Forums, what's the worst living situation you've ever been in?
I had to live with my friend and her boyfriend for a while. I didn't realize until I was there that she refused to take baths and only cleaned herself with wet wipes. Once I told her she needed to finally shower they kicked me out. The whole thing has been a wild ride but the boyfriend said he'd buy me Cyberpunk 2077 when it comes out so that's cool.
Pic related, it's my time there.
Here's a little extra backstory on this whole thing:
My friend called herself a "gamer girl" because she played skyrim twice. She didn't beat the game, she just played once as a kahjit and once as a dark elf.
She also didn't have a job but made really decent money selling her socks with feet pictures. You wouldn't believe what people living in Saudi Arabia would pay for that haram shit.
She also had this odd self conscious thing she'd do. She would stand in a "T" pose to investigate her outfit before leaving the house every time.
Chad was pretty cool for the most part. I think he'd role-play that he was cucking me whenever they had sex. They were really loud during it and I swear they called my name out once.
My cat didn't actually live there though. I just drew her in because I love her.
Post the feet already pajeet.
did you ever steal her socks and sniff them?
what country do you live in OP? let me post please
I tried to move from New England to Minnesota with this chick that was addicted to Xanax. She let me spoon her and touch her boob once. She was a wicked coke head. We were set to move into an apartment with this dude she knew from when she used to live there. I slept in a closet crawlspace. Within 2-3 weeks we got kicked out because she invited a bunch of dudes over and drank the wine of our roommate's Mom who was never home.
After that we lived in a converted garage that was just a party house for 4 nights. After that, it was a heroin addict's basement apartment and we had to go with him to his methadone appointment every morning. This was for maybe five nights.
After that she started banging dudes to sleep on their couches and I was SOL and started sleeping in the streets. All the clothes except the ones on my back were in the basement. I found a crackhead who was a middle man and slept in his halfway house a few nights, and I slept in parks during the day and walked around. My final 3-4 nights were spent sleeping on the couch of a whorehouse and smoking meth and crack.
I eventually called my Mom and asked for a bus ticket back. Then when I got back she kicked me out of her house.
I forgot to talk about the guy who had a nice apartment with his GF that convinced me to spend my last 120 on xanax bars. I'm eager to please and shared them when I shouldn't have. I slept there maybe 3 or 4 nights also. The apartment was nice but really bare. They had both had a ton of rehab stints under their belt and I had never known anyone like that that was around my age before just my Moms drug addled friends.
There was also 1 night with a molly dealer who was fried up, he had tinfoil all over his walls and we played hockey with an old beer can in his house. I left a flannel I really liked there. He had a bathtub full of water that had been there forever.
You deserve it you nigger.
Did she actually smell OP? I knew a girl who only bathed with wipes cause "It saves water" (even thought the wipes weren't reusable), but she never smelled.
Your life sounds like the plot of a shitty TV show
I did work trade on organic farms in Hawaii for a little over a year and every place I went to had some wild shit going on one way or another, the first place I was at wasn't even a farm, it was some dude using me and 7 girls to do free landscaping labor (I think he only had me their so none of the girls would get suspicious of him).
These renters there were fucking whack and would constantly get drunk and fight. The guy cursed this 19 year old girl out because he was mad about his living situation and didn't want to share a community space with us. They had twins, a boy and a girl and I felt so bad for them that they had such shitty parents, there was also this guy who would come around and party cause they were all these girls at the place.
The girls I was staying with were alright but after a while they began excluding me from stuff because I was introverted, it hurt because one of them I had grown closest to didn't seem to like me anymore but it's whatever.
At the very least, I was able to do the volcano trail which is where the lava is going off now, this was last year btw.
Doubt it seeing as he never knew before. Should have minded his own business desu
Four years ago, sometime when I was fourteen mother kicked me out the house for forgetting my keys and using the balcony as an entrance to the house.
Yes I climbed up there. Easy step like structure to attach to. Neighbors talked her into some bullshit that a stranger had gone into the house. Terrified, she alerted the whole house and I immediately began to explain myself. Hm, I think it was probably guilt in a way since Im such a moralfag. But anyways, she locked me out the house. I was wearing shorts and a reekbok sports tee with absolutely zero feetwear. She forced me out the house into the freezing cold, and I ran straight to my storage shed which had old halloween custumes. I threw on a pac man suit and slipped on poloshirts as socks since it was so fucking cold and spent the whole night there. Found anything I could cover myself in like bedsheets and such. It was so cold that I couldnt cry.
Only for one summer, but I actually lived on a desert island, stranded basically. The living was nice, rewarding but the experience was made shit because I was there alone with some women. God it was a fucking nightmare.
How did it happen and what island?
Laysan Island out past Hawaii, we were there for conservation work. Mostly checking equipment, taking measures, and monitoring the wildlife. The whole summer for college recognition.
Originally there were 6 of us but the other guy (who was a Chad funny enough) broke his fucking ankle the first day and another girl made up some excuse to get to leave with him. After that though we were on our own with only a supply drop off once or twice a month by plane or boat. Like I said it was a rewarding time and an experience I'll never forget, but being stuck with a bunch of women was so goddamn miserable. They couldn't do a fucking thing to save their lives and were painfully incompetent. I basically had to survive and pull the weight for all of us.
>people are still referencing Pretty Princess Points
greentext. too high for good writing
>500$/month, next to campus
>dingy piece of shit
>half orc (black) fag and bog monster(female and fat) roommates
few things:
>same pile of dishes in sink the whole fucking time
>showing me the room
>"oh it's never like this"
it's always like this you pillow biting faggot
>idiot faggot having anal sex with his weird demonic schizoid anglo saxon boyfriend lacking any sort of empathy or conscience
>so loud i can hear it in my room across the fucking house
>clearly hard enough to risk permanent damage
>faggot roommate brings home 4 coworkers at 3 in the morning
>they start doing coke off our coffee table in the living room and talking extremely loudly
>woke up the entire house, myself and bog monster
cont.
>faggot roommate, bog monster, schizoid boyfriend and friendly and cool but undeniably stupid friend of theirs watching jon stewart talk about donald trump with his dumb fucking idiot inflection
>show comes on at 11pm or so, i have class in the morning
>shy as fuck at the time, i had to tell a bunch of degenerate drug addict failures and one decent human being to turn off their garbage programming source so i can try to get 6 hours of sleep
>first week and a half is actually okay because we're all doing drugs together
>i get addicted to staying high
>life falls apart, absolutely in despair at the state of things by the end of september
>cannot say no to getting high and staying up all night
>have a spiritual intervention where a native american guy tells me that god has not forgotten me and i need to stop doing drugs, along with other things
>wake up the following morning in time for class and without my drug addiction
>brought some metal cutlery that only i use, leave in the kitchen
>2 of 6 or 7 utencils go missing
>faggot leaves used anal douche in bathroom
>bog monster does nothing but smoke weed all day
>watching ru pauls drag race with them
>the whole time i'm thinking about how much i hate gay people
>meet the landlord, he's polish and really old
>knocks on the door one day, faggot supposed to have lunch with him
>invites me to lunch instead, we go to this vegan place
>tells me about how he drove a jeep in the communist army of poland, escape one day across to the west
>think about how amazing and awesome this guy is, recall a time when bog monster refuses to let polish landlord in to do maintenance work because she's ashamed of her degenerate habits
>feel sorry for this guy that he's stuck with utter pieces of shit for tenants
>never signed a lease, tell them i'm leaving after the coke thing
>lived there for 3 or 4 months
thank fucking jesus christ himself i'm in my own apartment now
these people were truly disgusting
Bumping for the good stories
gf and her mom live in an apartment that falls apart. they treat it like trash, too. literal garbage on the floors. mountains of laundry all over the house. broken drywall, doors with holes in them, black mold in some areas. stinks like cigarettes because they both smoke inside -- yellow nicotine stains on everything.
i should break up with her.
end up living with this guy I've known my whole life. he's got some mental health problems but was always an alright dude. i end up getting the apartment and he moves in with me. i work and he's on welfare. the guys a complete slob kitchen is constantly full of dishes he will never wash. just give up cause if i was them theres there's a sink full of dirty dishes when I get home from work.
eat out etc cause i have money.
everyday while im at work he pinches a bit of my weed. get fed up confront him about it. start stashing my weed in a fucking crusty ass cumsock. fucker still pinches weed. months of him being a slob and making the place disgusting dispite not working or doing anything.
kick him out and decide to pay both portions of the rent myself. still remain friends cause I've known the guy for a long fucking time.
clean the house after he leaves. have to wear a halfmask. (not a full face gas mask) vacuum up fruit flies for hours. place gets tidy works going okay.
meet new guy. offers me 300 bucks to stay at my place. goes okay for like a day. guys dating a twin. start banging the other twin. his was fat somehow. he's always drinking. brings a hooker over while im at work. hooker eats all my peanuts. find crack on the floor when I get home. guy gets drunk that night stabs himself in the forehead with a fork. end up kicking him out after a week. asks for his money back. give him a hundred bucks ans tell him to fuck off.
What a cunt, did she ever apologize?
stayed with my dad and the woman he was banging at the time. she was so fucking mean we had water on our cornflakes
You should have gotten laid since you became the alpha once Chad was gone. If you were really pulling the weight and acting like the top dog then you should have received some recognition; pity pussy at the very least.
I did get laid, by all of them at different times. It was the only reason I did anything at all for them and it became more or less how they "paid" me to take care of them since they had nothing else of value to hold over me.
That didn't make it any better though and the novelty wore off quick. Lot of pussy but it wasn't free and it definitely wasn't worth it. It also felt worse because I knew that if I wasn't doing all the work or Chad was still around they would never be into me.
>tfw 30+ and still living with parents
>just need to throw some cash their way every week
>working min wage at grocery store
>mom makes me food and washes clothes
>play vidya, fap, watch baseball, shitpost
How on earth do you accidentally stab yourself in the head with a fork?
it was on purpose. think he broke a bottle over his head too. i ono guy was fucked. he was arguing with his gf. called the cops on him then kicked him out the next day
Absolutely not. oreganogoli
She had assumed that I went to a friend s house that was close by.
The mental image of a pacman shivering in some shed is hilarious though.
>>have a spiritual intervention where a native american guy tells me that god has not forgotten me and i need to stop doing drugs, along with other things
>>wake up the following morning in time for class and without my drug addiction
How does shit like this even happen? You get so high your body decides it's time to stop?
I remember when I was abusing alcohol pretty hard and my mom kicked me out. I didn't know who to call other than another alcoholic I worked with at McDonald's hoping to maybe find a place to stay and drink for the night even though I had no money. Co-worker agrees so I go to his house and I figure out what type of person he is very quickly. He had a slampig retard of a gf who somehow owned a house. I guess her parents pay for their retard to live in a house and let her do whatever. So I figure out my coworker is manipulating this girl for a free place to stay basically. Hes drink obviously and for some reason talking with a South African accent, must have watched that robot movie or something with the die Antwoord cast. He can tell I'm a beta shit so he's laying down the law in this stood accent thinking he's all tough and I've got my head down because I just want a place to sleep and accepting it. The house is shit, cat piss everywhere, smells like weedle dee deed. They show me to a room in the basement with a disgusting ass bathroom and let me sleep in the litter box room, bed is covered in matted cat hair. Tells me I can stay there for $300 a month. Anyways he gives me like a sip of vodka that's it and we smoke a little bit of weed with his slampig (he's worried I'm going to steal her or something) he's paranoid af so I go to bed with the cats and cat shit.
cont.
I wake up with a hangover the next morning to my phone ringing at 4am and it's him asking if I can take his McDonald's shift because he left to party outside of the city. Basically I'm not sure what to do because now he's using me but I said yes but called him back later staying I was too hungover, he was pissed and said he'd deal with me when he got home. Fuck no I call McDonald's back and honestly tell them what my situation was and they understand and I get the fuck out of there and walk to my mom's house. I slept in the shed until my step dad went to get the lawnmower and saw me and flipped his lid. My mom let me back in to sleep but I had to go to detox the next day and tell McDonald's I was leaving my job to seek help.
Anyway ya what a shit show. I live with my sister and rent. I've been sober for a year but I still have bad habits and need to job search again.
I really don't want to face living with random people ever again and I have even bigger issues trusting people since. You just don't know people, even your coworkers, I thought he was an ok dude but I learnt a lesson.
Sorry for any mistakes, I enjoyed sharing. Obviously my advise is work hard and don't bite the hand that feeds you because people can't be trusted and you need to rely on yourself.
>19, depressed and restless
>get on my bike, pack a few things, run away from home to find something interesting
>moms aunt in Oregon hears about it, offers to let me stay at her place for a while
>go across the country to live with her
>knew that she's a bit of a hippie, thought she might be cool though
>get there
>first thing in the morning, she drags me out of bed at 6am and brings me to her dusty worksite where her pussywhipped mexican business parter is using a backhoe
>"this is what you'll be doing while you're with me"
>whathaveIdone.jpg
>every day, get in the car and drive back and forth across the homeless ridden suburbs or portland
>she complains about every aspect of me
>ridicules me for being skinny
>ridicules me for being too white
>ridicules me for being quiet when we're in the car
>ridicules me for pacing when I listen to music after work
>ridicules me for spending a couple hours playing vidya after dinner
>ridicules me for not eating vegetarian hippie food
>ridicules me for being a dropout
>ridicules me for having diagnosed autism
>ridicules me for not spending money "wisely" even though she spends way too much on retarded junk herself
>makes me do all the work in the house
>complains when I don't understand her vague instructions
>makes fun of me for not talking to girls or trying to find friends, as if had time
>has me sleep in a dirty old attic without air conditioning during summer and winter
>floor is always dirty, house smells like weed, alcohol, and piss from her mexican business partner and her weird experiments
>blames me for her losing money despite the fact that I don't use up any AC and shower only occasionally to conserve water
>NEVER get paid for any of the work of being her secretary and doing hard physical construction labor during the 6 months I spent there
>end up going to the mental ward for psychosis in October
>spend the 250 they FINALLY pay me on a train ride back to Virginia
Never again.
Oh yeah, forgot to mention that I didn't have a bed and slept on the floor, got about 5 hours of sleep a night and basically wasn't allowed to eat enough because she bought all my food since they didn't pay me.
Moved out of my parents place after high school to go to college - I had to stay at a loft room at a hotel for two weeks before I could move into a dorm as my leasing contract only would start there in two weeks - meanwhile I had to take courses those two weeks. The hotel loft rooms had paper thin walls and a romanian couple in to room next to mine would fuck more frequently than rats and louder than hippos. Every night those weeks I would fall asleep to the sound of the girls lower half getting torn apart.
By night three or something around that, I knocked on their door while they were at it. The guy, which looked like pic related, would open only wearing his boxers. I told them to please keep the noice down - He just looked me straight in the eyes for a few seconds in silence and then close the door and go back at it pounding the holy ghost out of that girl. The hotel staff didn't give two fucking shits when I complained to them. Luckily the couple moved out a few days after that, but the sounds still haunt me to this day.