“His room smelled so bad, I mean like a dead pig covered in its own feces that was dropped in a sewer full of dead babies.”
Not everyone is trustworthy.
Until I can leave, I’ll just have to write passive-aggressive articles about him.
She gets really upset when I ask her to mop the floors that have her new puppy’s shit smeared all over. And I mean ALL OVER. Posts Facebook statuses like “I should really stop being so nice” when I address these problems politely.
“I pop my head in to discover a large group of people SHOOTING UP.”
You connect with them on a level you have yet to find with another human.
We all have horror stories when it comes to our roommates.
As the years passed all too quickly, we relaxed and had our share of fun, but we kept each other grounded.
If someone told me years ago that my relationship would one day change, I would have laughed and said no way.
Tinder boys are bad. This is self-explanatory, but it needs to be said. Even the good ones are usually bad news in some way or another. Steer clear.