As a kid, I was raised by my mom and my aunt. Both very sweet ladies unless you leave something dirty (of course they get mad about other things but that is for a different time). And because of that, I hate having a dirty "public area" such as the living room, family room, recreation room or whatever room it maybe. Isn't it embarassing having something so dirty when people come over? Well to my current roommates, it doesn't seem like it's that much of a big deal. I thought the party houses in movies were just drawn out but houses like that do exist! Example? Mine. First few months I lived there, I tried my best to keep everything in tiptop shape. Everyday I tried to do the dishes, mop the hardwood floors, wipe down the counters, keep the fridge in order, rinse their spit out of the sink, scrub the toilets but I just couldn't keep up. Within two days of me not cleaning the house had turned into a dumpster. I don't know how but try to imagine this: -Both sinks full of dirty dishes towering over the kitchen counter, about three times the height of the sink. -Hardwood floors that are sticky -Maggots crawling in the trashcan -Loogies stuck to the side of the sink -Clothes spattered over all of the furniture. -Food left out from two days before. -Toilets with a yellow line to where the water rises within the bowl. -Paper, mail, binders, books, everything just filling up all counterspace and pool table space. -Random stirofoam sign laying all over the floors. -DVDs scattered throughout the house WITHOUT their cases -Ferret odors -and more. Mind you this was all done in two days. That's just the cleaning part of them being horrible roommates. Who and why in the world would you cook your eggs on high? I'm asian, I don't wear shoes inside houses. We have no doormat for the front door so when it rains, guess what tracks in dirt all around the house? Why would you let non-domesticated dogs that are on their period stay inside the house? Who the hell loves having dog piss and dog shit lying all over the floor? There's no greater feeling than knowing that a ferret just took your left flip flop, taking it to a place unknown and never to return. Who doesn't love sleeping in a house that's 50 degrees and 47 degrees when you get out of the shower? Who doesn't love having all of their food eaten because their roommates can't afford real jobs to get real money to buy real food. I love sharing my computer with them, I really do. Spending $5500 on shopping for parts, piecing it together and adding the software that I need, only to have it go to shit cause they can't stop clicking on fake myspace videos and pornsites is AWESOME. Hearing them screw the ugly girls that they bring home is hilarious though. There's probably more but moral of the story? Just cause you guys are good friends or they seem like good people, don't move in with them right away. Find out how they live first. | 
