FROM: me, 31, nyc (usa)
TO: you (aka twat), 31, nyc (usa)
Dear twat,
You made my life miserable while we were sharing an apartment. The sharing part turned out to be a scam. When you said "roommate" you meant "tenant" and, being that the apartment was not yours yet you were already living in it, "tenant" turned out to be renting a bedroom from you and splitting the rent with you. Or was it paying slightly (or not so slightly) more than my share? Of course I knew.
Things were okay at the beginning although you were already showing some promise. Remember what's-her-name? the one who moved out within the month? She gave no trouble (you know she did not), no notice, no nothing. When it came to not giving, she didn't even gave the keys back. She just took off. You showed me her empty room.
You moved in your girlfriend, your bow-flex, your free weights, your washer-dryer, and the little decency you still had moved out. I should have followed. But the apartment was so close to work. And the rent so affordable. And.
I should have told you then. F*cking twat.
Truly, madly, deeply,
me
Saturday, August 11, 2007
The Life You Rented Me
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4 comments:
Damn. That's a messed up situation. I hope "twat" gets what's coming to him.
yeah, karma! someone told me karma might not live there anymore, though.
This is funny. Just yesterday, me and a friend were sharing each others' roomate horror stories.
don,
bet you cannot top my clinically diagnosed schizophrenic roommate story. or can you?
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