Decade
01-19-2007, 05:33 AM
I'm not gonna use hate cause hate is a pretty strong word (or at least I believe it's meant to be), but I really, really, REALLY dislike my roommate.
I'm gonna appologize early for the rant, but I'm posting here for general advice on the matter already.
To really let you understand, I gotta start from when we first met and it first started.
First mistake I ever made, but was unavoidable at the time, is that my roommate and I actually met for the first time about 2 weeks before we got an apartment together. I know this sounds incredibly stupid to start with, but hear me out.
I graduated college in May. As any of you who have as well know, it's a very crazy time because by the end of Senior year kids still don't know where they're gonna be working, where they're going to live, when they're going to start, etc. In short, every, single, one of my friends was in this situation, and anybody who wasn't was going to be living in a different part of the country or even the WORLD.
One of my friends then told me about a friend of his who was also looking for an apartment and a roommate. Between not having anyone else to really go off of besides looking on craigslist (which I really didn't wanna do) and the insane rent that's here in Boston, I really had little to no options, especially with a job that was going to start relatively soon in May.
So, I met with the kid beforehand to get an idea. The kid actually seemed like a very nice, quiet, respectful kid (exactly what I needed). He was still going to be a senior this year (a senior) and it worried me a bit because I don't want to have parties at my apartment, but he assured me he wanted the same.
Sounds like a good deal.
Over the next two weeks, we both looked vigirously for an apartment, but only found shitholes, apartments too far away from where we both needed to be, and nothing within our rent range. When I found one where the rent was ok (at the limit of our budget anyway), the location was PERFECT (we're both 15 minutes away from school and work), and we're in the middle of the city (literally, we're in the fenway area and have a bunch of restaurants, laundry places, movie theater, and then even Kenmore Square to go to).
Once we both agreed on it, we then started talking about the rooms (which as in most apartments, one is always bigger than the other).
Then, AFTER we signed the lease and a week after graduation when I was finally home, he talked to me on AIM. We had discussed it and we came to an agreement: I would get the bigger room because
1) I found the place
2) I did all the talking with the SNAKE of a real estate agent who was a total ass to my family and I,
3) He wouldn't be there as much during the year because he'd go home for winter break and spring break and would leave by May anyway, and
4) I would basically be furnishing the apartment, and the only thing I'd really make him split with me for it is the kitchen table from iKea (a bargain at 100 bucks) and cleaning supplies.
He agreed, we'd each pay $775 a month.
A month later, I moved in most of my stuff since the lease started and brought all the furniture (Sofa, Chairs (both family gifts from my folks), my bed, my dresser, my book case, kitchen table, silverware, dishes, bowls, cleaning supplies, even the fucking shower curtains and bathroom rug to step on outside the shower), coincidently, he decided he wanted to be there that weekend cause he said he'd be visiting friends. I had no idea those friends would be staying at our apartment though, much less smoking inside (cigarrete smoke makes me wanna vomit). But, besides this, he started showing his true colors a bit when him and his friends just sat there in the beginning as my parents started helping me move my stuff in. Specifically, the furniture HE'D be using too. We basically implied after 20 minutes that he should start helping, and it's here where he made the first dick move that basically set the tone for the rest of the time:
He tried to get my new TV.
Now, this sounds relatively stupid, but here's why it's such a big deal. My new tv was a 40" LCD Sony TV that my parents gave me as a graduation gift. Being that I DON'T really know the kid, nor do I really know what he'd be planning for the apartment, OR who he'd have there and what they'd be like, I knew from the very beginning that I wanted it in my room for my own personal comfort (at no time did we discuss me providing a tv). Plus, his friends didn't seem too trustworthy, and this was the first time I saw them so I didn't want them to see it.
Of course, first thing him and his friend sees is the TV, and they start giggling over it like little school girls in Russian (can't really blame them I guess, but they were living a dream).
They took the TV off the truck before anything else, and when I realized they were bringing it in, I said right off the bat "leave it in my room." My roommate made a face, and proceeded to do so.
After moving most of my stuff in (while him and his friends just sat on my couch and chairs I brought in...not helping AT ALL anymore), my parents and I were going to pick up my bed and table at Ikea. Before I left though, my roommate proceeds to show how much of a dick he is and tried to INTIMIDATE me into putting my TV into the living room (tip number one asshole, DON'T try to intimidate me).
He told me he'd like to have the TV in the living room. I told him I don't have any furniture in the living room that could support it (trying to get out of it as my parents were waiting for me in the car to go get my bed, we were in a hurry so we had to move).
He then immediately goes before I can finish telling him "I'll buy you a TV stand. I don't care about the price, you can even KEEP it afterwords."
I tell him I dont know, I'll have to think about it and that I really needed to go. He then goes "Well I AM paying half the cable bill you know"
I look over at him and glared at what the fuck he just tried to do to me. I looked directly behind him too into his room to see he had his TV in there already, with the box open. Was he really trying to make a bid on this tv and intimidate me into it?
"...I have to go, I'm gonna talk to you about this later" I told him, and that was the best I could do without yelling at him right then and there for trying the shit. He wasnt going to be there when I got back because he had to go back home to New York.
A few days later, he contacts me on AIM. I told him that I was going to start living in the apartment in a week or two because my job was starting, he wouldn't be back till september but he was cool with it adding in at the end "You know there's only one real thing I want you know."
My response was exactly:
"Yes, about that. The situation as it is and will continue to be is that everything I have brought for the common areas of the apartment, I already have. Anything you feel is missing, I wouldn't oppose to you bringing, but everything I have in my room right now I'm keeping in my room and that's the way I wanna keep it."
Immediately, he started going crazy about it.
Him: "I DON'T understand, I'm PAYING half the cable"
Me: "And you have a tv in your room as well. If it's not such a big deal, you wont have any problem putting yours in the living room either if you want to."
Him: "I don't CARE about having a tv in my room!"
Me: "...ok, then you can do with it what you want, but I want my tv in my room for my own comfort and enjoyment."
Him: "LOOK, I think I made enough giveaways here. I have a room HALF the size of yours, I'm starting the lease earlier than I wanted, and I'm paying the SAME rent. I think you can grant this request."
Me: "No, we already made our deal. You were going to have to pay for a few extra months of rent ANYWAY considering the lease is for a year and you'd be here about 8-9 monthes only anyway, just because it's earlier instead of later doesn't change your situation cause you're out of here by May anyway. Furthermore, I agreed to furnish the apartment to make up for the difference in rooms, but what we agreed upon never included (nor was mentioned) my TV. Therefore, again, if you feel anything else is missing from the common areas of the apartment, you can provide it. I have provided enough as is."
This just lead to him making the same argument, and I had no patience for it, so I told him I had to go help my parents with chores around the house.
2 hours later when I come back, I see he immediately wrote me an email, where again he made the same argument.
I replied letting him know this situation was ridiculous (we're arguing over a fucking TV for God sakes, are you really gonna bitch about that?) and reinstated that no matter how much he wanted it, it wasn't going to happen.
He replid with "Ok, well I still don't understand, but here's the situation then. I'm not going to split the cable with you, nor will I ever go into your room to watch tv. I will order DSL internet when I come back in the fall, if you want we can split that. I'll see you when I get there."
That's great fucking logic, huh? He can afford to buy a TV stand for at least $100 bucks for my tv, but he refuses to spend the same cash at walmart to get a decent sized tv for this little built in bookcase we have in the living room already.
Wow, this kids a genius.
Obviously, with a discount from my cable company it was more to my advantage to just get cable internet (and its better too), so I told him from the get go "uh uh, if you wanna split internet with me, you're gonna get a router and split that cable internet bill. Otherwise, you're on your own."
He caved on that one immediately because he saw it'd be cheaper and faster, but still, he decided not to split for cable tv.
That's fine, I put a new door knob with a lock on my door when I moved in a week later. He was right, he wouldn't be watching TV in my room.
To this day, he still doesn't split for cable TV, and I dont mind because he doesnt get it. What did he do instead? To try and fuck me over, he bought himself an old school antenna for his room and watches maybe 3 channels channels on static basically.
Hey, I don't care. He's only fucking himself, I don't give a damn, digital cable's GREAT! Enjoy your 3 channels of staticy goodness, my good cupcake :D
Now, when he first moved in we both tried to start off right. We were friendly with each other, talked every now and then and all, but obviously he was different from all my past roommates in the sense that it already seemed we weren't gonna turn out to be good friends.
Hey, again it was his call, his loss.
Thing is, I treat the kid really well. First weekend he was here, my mom came to visit and even invited him to lunch with us to a nice restaurant. When his mom came, he never offered me any such token of friendship (fine by me, his Russian mother isn't exactly what you'd call a purdy lady). I would give the kid a bunch of little snacks I had around (spanish snacks from Argentina I ate with him on our first night living together, beers, donuts, popcorn, REAL food, etc). The kid, to date, has not done that for me ONCE.
What's the closest I ever got to a free meal? When he wanted to have a barbeque at our place with at most 6 people including the two of us...and it ended up being around 20 instead, with his friends nearly catching our deck on fire (I didn't think he'd be putting the grill on the DECK since we were on ground level and he could put it on the parking lot next to us. Moron nearly started a fire that woulda costed us a SHIT load). On this time alone, I told him I didn't want to have another party like that again with so many people and I didn't want that BBQ anymore, either get rid of it or leave it alone, but I don't want it used on the deck.
He agreed...and didn't pay me for his half of the internet bill that month. Already, I should have thrown his router back to him and just covered it myself.
Then the internet issues began. I use utorrent to download, which as anyone who uses it knows sucks up bandwith like crazy. Since he couldn't use the internet when I used it, I agreed with him that I'd download only after 10:30 at night (he's a college kid and can use it all day while I'm at work, but for some reason he wants it even more at night even though he has it all day).
Fine, but then he pushed it back to 11. Then he said I couldnt use it at all somenights cause he had "research for class he needed to do."
Whatever, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and put education first before downloading. Of course, he bullshitted me at least a few times.
Then came the sudden change in electric bills. I had ordered electricity when I first moved in an for the first 4 months we actually lived together, the electric bill came under my name, so I charged him half. After the 4th month, he somehow CANCELLED my account (I NEVER listed his name under my account, so I dunno HOW he did this) and started his own with his oven gas bill as well. My roommate is sort of a cooking nut and he wanted gas for the kitchen oven so he could cook. I, with so little time in the day and without need for the gas oven since I brought a toaster oven, told him I didn't want to pay that bill because I wont use it. He agreed...but somehow magically when he charged me from HIS bill, the bill went up 8 bucks more than usual that month.
I mentioned it and he assured me the gas bill wasnt included. Ever since then, the electric bill magically went down to what its average was before that bill change.
Funny coincedence, huh?
Then, after all my little urkes with him, I finally reached the last straw with him last night.
After having a painfully brutal day at work, I come home at 7:15 after working for almost 12 hours straight without leaving my desk. His bedroom door was open, which only meant that he wanted to ask for bill money or he wanted to ask me something annoying. He asked something annoying.
Him: "Hey, sorry for such short notice, but do you mind if I have a couple people over tonight?"
Me: "...when?" *I was already exhausted, starving, and had to sleep early that night cause I had to go into work early today.
Him: "umm...say 8?" *this was less than an hour away
Me: "...fine, let me make some dinner and I'll stay in my room."
Him: "Oh great great..."
and then he mumbles
Him: "yea shouldn't be more than 5 kids."
Me: "I thought you said TWO?"
Him: "OH...well yea, a couple..."
Me: "Alright, well listen, the only thing I ask is that I need to sleep early tonight cause i got a long day tomorrow, so please dont make it too late."
Him: "Yea well we're gonna be in the kitchen so"
He sees im not in the mood for bullshit and mumbles
Him: "so yea if we're makin to much noise just tell me and ill tell em to keep it down" *quickly looks away "so ok yea."
Me: "Fine, but I need to sleep, just keep it down.
A couple kids was really at least 6, and these fuckers were making a shitload of noise from the kitchen. These kids knew I was trying to sleep, and at around 11:15 I finally walked in there and as nicely as I could say
Me: "I'm gonna have to ask you guys to keep it down, I'm trying to sleep."
Him: "YEA, OK"
I looked at him and saw he was a little aggravated, but nervous as to what I was going to do. I looked at him to show I was serious, he looked away and I went back to bed. 20 minutes later they left.
This morning, after oversleeping and about to walk out the door, he came out of his room and looking right at me, I politely said "Good morning." and he didn't even reply.
Fuck you. I been nice, understanding and respectful up to this point and you've only pushed your luck. FUCK YOU, I dont give a shit anymore, you pay your part of the rent and electricity, I pay mine, THATS IT. I don't care about being polite anymore.
So that's my situation Sorry for the LONG ass post :eyepop: but I needed to tell everything to give the idea of what I'm going through.
What I want to know is advice as to what I can and should do about this because I cant stand the kid anymore. I don't believe talking to him about "Not having parties anymore" and "letting me download" is gonna help because he's pretty stubborn about everything (he really, really is a spoiled brat).
What I really wanna do is just give him his router and tell him "I think this internet situation isn't working and that we should each provide our own for ourselves" so that I have one less thing I have to ASK him for (it's my fucking account he's paying for, regardless if he's paying to use it too) and to kinda stick it back to him because hes given me so much shit already, but the truth is I'm afraid he's going to reply "Ok, then I don't think we should split electricity together."
Honestly, if he says that I'll say fine and make due, but it's gonna suck a lot without any electricity to live off of for BOTH of us.
I just dunno what to do with the fucker anymore. I cant move because I got no where else to go, but I'm not gonna take his shit anymore either. Suggestions?
I'm gonna appologize early for the rant, but I'm posting here for general advice on the matter already.
To really let you understand, I gotta start from when we first met and it first started.
First mistake I ever made, but was unavoidable at the time, is that my roommate and I actually met for the first time about 2 weeks before we got an apartment together. I know this sounds incredibly stupid to start with, but hear me out.
I graduated college in May. As any of you who have as well know, it's a very crazy time because by the end of Senior year kids still don't know where they're gonna be working, where they're going to live, when they're going to start, etc. In short, every, single, one of my friends was in this situation, and anybody who wasn't was going to be living in a different part of the country or even the WORLD.
One of my friends then told me about a friend of his who was also looking for an apartment and a roommate. Between not having anyone else to really go off of besides looking on craigslist (which I really didn't wanna do) and the insane rent that's here in Boston, I really had little to no options, especially with a job that was going to start relatively soon in May.
So, I met with the kid beforehand to get an idea. The kid actually seemed like a very nice, quiet, respectful kid (exactly what I needed). He was still going to be a senior this year (a senior) and it worried me a bit because I don't want to have parties at my apartment, but he assured me he wanted the same.
Sounds like a good deal.
Over the next two weeks, we both looked vigirously for an apartment, but only found shitholes, apartments too far away from where we both needed to be, and nothing within our rent range. When I found one where the rent was ok (at the limit of our budget anyway), the location was PERFECT (we're both 15 minutes away from school and work), and we're in the middle of the city (literally, we're in the fenway area and have a bunch of restaurants, laundry places, movie theater, and then even Kenmore Square to go to).
Once we both agreed on it, we then started talking about the rooms (which as in most apartments, one is always bigger than the other).
Then, AFTER we signed the lease and a week after graduation when I was finally home, he talked to me on AIM. We had discussed it and we came to an agreement: I would get the bigger room because
1) I found the place
2) I did all the talking with the SNAKE of a real estate agent who was a total ass to my family and I,
3) He wouldn't be there as much during the year because he'd go home for winter break and spring break and would leave by May anyway, and
4) I would basically be furnishing the apartment, and the only thing I'd really make him split with me for it is the kitchen table from iKea (a bargain at 100 bucks) and cleaning supplies.
He agreed, we'd each pay $775 a month.
A month later, I moved in most of my stuff since the lease started and brought all the furniture (Sofa, Chairs (both family gifts from my folks), my bed, my dresser, my book case, kitchen table, silverware, dishes, bowls, cleaning supplies, even the fucking shower curtains and bathroom rug to step on outside the shower), coincidently, he decided he wanted to be there that weekend cause he said he'd be visiting friends. I had no idea those friends would be staying at our apartment though, much less smoking inside (cigarrete smoke makes me wanna vomit). But, besides this, he started showing his true colors a bit when him and his friends just sat there in the beginning as my parents started helping me move my stuff in. Specifically, the furniture HE'D be using too. We basically implied after 20 minutes that he should start helping, and it's here where he made the first dick move that basically set the tone for the rest of the time:
He tried to get my new TV.
Now, this sounds relatively stupid, but here's why it's such a big deal. My new tv was a 40" LCD Sony TV that my parents gave me as a graduation gift. Being that I DON'T really know the kid, nor do I really know what he'd be planning for the apartment, OR who he'd have there and what they'd be like, I knew from the very beginning that I wanted it in my room for my own personal comfort (at no time did we discuss me providing a tv). Plus, his friends didn't seem too trustworthy, and this was the first time I saw them so I didn't want them to see it.
Of course, first thing him and his friend sees is the TV, and they start giggling over it like little school girls in Russian (can't really blame them I guess, but they were living a dream).
They took the TV off the truck before anything else, and when I realized they were bringing it in, I said right off the bat "leave it in my room." My roommate made a face, and proceeded to do so.
After moving most of my stuff in (while him and his friends just sat on my couch and chairs I brought in...not helping AT ALL anymore), my parents and I were going to pick up my bed and table at Ikea. Before I left though, my roommate proceeds to show how much of a dick he is and tried to INTIMIDATE me into putting my TV into the living room (tip number one asshole, DON'T try to intimidate me).
He told me he'd like to have the TV in the living room. I told him I don't have any furniture in the living room that could support it (trying to get out of it as my parents were waiting for me in the car to go get my bed, we were in a hurry so we had to move).
He then immediately goes before I can finish telling him "I'll buy you a TV stand. I don't care about the price, you can even KEEP it afterwords."
I tell him I dont know, I'll have to think about it and that I really needed to go. He then goes "Well I AM paying half the cable bill you know"
I look over at him and glared at what the fuck he just tried to do to me. I looked directly behind him too into his room to see he had his TV in there already, with the box open. Was he really trying to make a bid on this tv and intimidate me into it?
"...I have to go, I'm gonna talk to you about this later" I told him, and that was the best I could do without yelling at him right then and there for trying the shit. He wasnt going to be there when I got back because he had to go back home to New York.
A few days later, he contacts me on AIM. I told him that I was going to start living in the apartment in a week or two because my job was starting, he wouldn't be back till september but he was cool with it adding in at the end "You know there's only one real thing I want you know."
My response was exactly:
"Yes, about that. The situation as it is and will continue to be is that everything I have brought for the common areas of the apartment, I already have. Anything you feel is missing, I wouldn't oppose to you bringing, but everything I have in my room right now I'm keeping in my room and that's the way I wanna keep it."
Immediately, he started going crazy about it.
Him: "I DON'T understand, I'm PAYING half the cable"
Me: "And you have a tv in your room as well. If it's not such a big deal, you wont have any problem putting yours in the living room either if you want to."
Him: "I don't CARE about having a tv in my room!"
Me: "...ok, then you can do with it what you want, but I want my tv in my room for my own comfort and enjoyment."
Him: "LOOK, I think I made enough giveaways here. I have a room HALF the size of yours, I'm starting the lease earlier than I wanted, and I'm paying the SAME rent. I think you can grant this request."
Me: "No, we already made our deal. You were going to have to pay for a few extra months of rent ANYWAY considering the lease is for a year and you'd be here about 8-9 monthes only anyway, just because it's earlier instead of later doesn't change your situation cause you're out of here by May anyway. Furthermore, I agreed to furnish the apartment to make up for the difference in rooms, but what we agreed upon never included (nor was mentioned) my TV. Therefore, again, if you feel anything else is missing from the common areas of the apartment, you can provide it. I have provided enough as is."
This just lead to him making the same argument, and I had no patience for it, so I told him I had to go help my parents with chores around the house.
2 hours later when I come back, I see he immediately wrote me an email, where again he made the same argument.
I replied letting him know this situation was ridiculous (we're arguing over a fucking TV for God sakes, are you really gonna bitch about that?) and reinstated that no matter how much he wanted it, it wasn't going to happen.
He replid with "Ok, well I still don't understand, but here's the situation then. I'm not going to split the cable with you, nor will I ever go into your room to watch tv. I will order DSL internet when I come back in the fall, if you want we can split that. I'll see you when I get there."
That's great fucking logic, huh? He can afford to buy a TV stand for at least $100 bucks for my tv, but he refuses to spend the same cash at walmart to get a decent sized tv for this little built in bookcase we have in the living room already.
Wow, this kids a genius.
Obviously, with a discount from my cable company it was more to my advantage to just get cable internet (and its better too), so I told him from the get go "uh uh, if you wanna split internet with me, you're gonna get a router and split that cable internet bill. Otherwise, you're on your own."
He caved on that one immediately because he saw it'd be cheaper and faster, but still, he decided not to split for cable tv.
That's fine, I put a new door knob with a lock on my door when I moved in a week later. He was right, he wouldn't be watching TV in my room.
To this day, he still doesn't split for cable TV, and I dont mind because he doesnt get it. What did he do instead? To try and fuck me over, he bought himself an old school antenna for his room and watches maybe 3 channels channels on static basically.
Hey, I don't care. He's only fucking himself, I don't give a damn, digital cable's GREAT! Enjoy your 3 channels of staticy goodness, my good cupcake :D
Now, when he first moved in we both tried to start off right. We were friendly with each other, talked every now and then and all, but obviously he was different from all my past roommates in the sense that it already seemed we weren't gonna turn out to be good friends.
Hey, again it was his call, his loss.
Thing is, I treat the kid really well. First weekend he was here, my mom came to visit and even invited him to lunch with us to a nice restaurant. When his mom came, he never offered me any such token of friendship (fine by me, his Russian mother isn't exactly what you'd call a purdy lady). I would give the kid a bunch of little snacks I had around (spanish snacks from Argentina I ate with him on our first night living together, beers, donuts, popcorn, REAL food, etc). The kid, to date, has not done that for me ONCE.
What's the closest I ever got to a free meal? When he wanted to have a barbeque at our place with at most 6 people including the two of us...and it ended up being around 20 instead, with his friends nearly catching our deck on fire (I didn't think he'd be putting the grill on the DECK since we were on ground level and he could put it on the parking lot next to us. Moron nearly started a fire that woulda costed us a SHIT load). On this time alone, I told him I didn't want to have another party like that again with so many people and I didn't want that BBQ anymore, either get rid of it or leave it alone, but I don't want it used on the deck.
He agreed...and didn't pay me for his half of the internet bill that month. Already, I should have thrown his router back to him and just covered it myself.
Then the internet issues began. I use utorrent to download, which as anyone who uses it knows sucks up bandwith like crazy. Since he couldn't use the internet when I used it, I agreed with him that I'd download only after 10:30 at night (he's a college kid and can use it all day while I'm at work, but for some reason he wants it even more at night even though he has it all day).
Fine, but then he pushed it back to 11. Then he said I couldnt use it at all somenights cause he had "research for class he needed to do."
Whatever, I gave him the benefit of the doubt and put education first before downloading. Of course, he bullshitted me at least a few times.
Then came the sudden change in electric bills. I had ordered electricity when I first moved in an for the first 4 months we actually lived together, the electric bill came under my name, so I charged him half. After the 4th month, he somehow CANCELLED my account (I NEVER listed his name under my account, so I dunno HOW he did this) and started his own with his oven gas bill as well. My roommate is sort of a cooking nut and he wanted gas for the kitchen oven so he could cook. I, with so little time in the day and without need for the gas oven since I brought a toaster oven, told him I didn't want to pay that bill because I wont use it. He agreed...but somehow magically when he charged me from HIS bill, the bill went up 8 bucks more than usual that month.
I mentioned it and he assured me the gas bill wasnt included. Ever since then, the electric bill magically went down to what its average was before that bill change.
Funny coincedence, huh?
Then, after all my little urkes with him, I finally reached the last straw with him last night.
After having a painfully brutal day at work, I come home at 7:15 after working for almost 12 hours straight without leaving my desk. His bedroom door was open, which only meant that he wanted to ask for bill money or he wanted to ask me something annoying. He asked something annoying.
Him: "Hey, sorry for such short notice, but do you mind if I have a couple people over tonight?"
Me: "...when?" *I was already exhausted, starving, and had to sleep early that night cause I had to go into work early today.
Him: "umm...say 8?" *this was less than an hour away
Me: "...fine, let me make some dinner and I'll stay in my room."
Him: "Oh great great..."
and then he mumbles
Him: "yea shouldn't be more than 5 kids."
Me: "I thought you said TWO?"
Him: "OH...well yea, a couple..."
Me: "Alright, well listen, the only thing I ask is that I need to sleep early tonight cause i got a long day tomorrow, so please dont make it too late."
Him: "Yea well we're gonna be in the kitchen so"
He sees im not in the mood for bullshit and mumbles
Him: "so yea if we're makin to much noise just tell me and ill tell em to keep it down" *quickly looks away "so ok yea."
Me: "Fine, but I need to sleep, just keep it down.
A couple kids was really at least 6, and these fuckers were making a shitload of noise from the kitchen. These kids knew I was trying to sleep, and at around 11:15 I finally walked in there and as nicely as I could say
Me: "I'm gonna have to ask you guys to keep it down, I'm trying to sleep."
Him: "YEA, OK"
I looked at him and saw he was a little aggravated, but nervous as to what I was going to do. I looked at him to show I was serious, he looked away and I went back to bed. 20 minutes later they left.
This morning, after oversleeping and about to walk out the door, he came out of his room and looking right at me, I politely said "Good morning." and he didn't even reply.
Fuck you. I been nice, understanding and respectful up to this point and you've only pushed your luck. FUCK YOU, I dont give a shit anymore, you pay your part of the rent and electricity, I pay mine, THATS IT. I don't care about being polite anymore.
So that's my situation Sorry for the LONG ass post :eyepop: but I needed to tell everything to give the idea of what I'm going through.
What I want to know is advice as to what I can and should do about this because I cant stand the kid anymore. I don't believe talking to him about "Not having parties anymore" and "letting me download" is gonna help because he's pretty stubborn about everything (he really, really is a spoiled brat).
What I really wanna do is just give him his router and tell him "I think this internet situation isn't working and that we should each provide our own for ourselves" so that I have one less thing I have to ASK him for (it's my fucking account he's paying for, regardless if he's paying to use it too) and to kinda stick it back to him because hes given me so much shit already, but the truth is I'm afraid he's going to reply "Ok, then I don't think we should split electricity together."
Honestly, if he says that I'll say fine and make due, but it's gonna suck a lot without any electricity to live off of for BOTH of us.
I just dunno what to do with the fucker anymore. I cant move because I got no where else to go, but I'm not gonna take his shit anymore either. Suggestions?