Faith: Is That A Post-It On My Door or Are You Just Happy to See Me

Advice for Faith: When someone says your anal, it's NOT a compliment...

RATINGS (1-10, 1 being not a lot and 10 being off the charts)
Spoiled (8)
Crazy (7)
"Blonde" (2)
Slutty (0)
Irresponsible (0)
Drug Addled (0
Anal (12)

I found a room for rent at this house, and I was very excited. It sounded amazing! The house was a townhouse, but huge, with 4 bedrooms, slanted ceilings, a fireplace and a view of this huge, beautiful meadow. My room was huge with french doors and my own patio. And it was cheap, cheaper than cheap by SC standards.

I was moving in with Faith, her boyfriend and two other students. On the day I moved in, before I'd put my first box down, Faith comes up to me and demands my rent check. I gave it to her once I'd put the box down. As if I wasn't going to pay for my rent, and just live there for the next month. Then, the next morning I found 2 post-its on my door. The first made mention that I owed a quarter (yeah $0.25) on rent for the cost of posting the check to the landlord via USPS. Ohh-k whatever, I gave her the $... The second said that someone had left the light on in the upstairs hallway and could they abstain from doing that in the future, blah blah blah.

After the first incidents, it was clear that Faith's plan was to turn the house into a gallery for post-it art - hers. We all got a new note, every single day. My favs were the rent is due reminders, put on our door randomly throughout the month, sometimes only 2 weeks into the month. I wasn't sure what was up with these, then I finally got it. Everytime Faith would argue with her super stupid (no really, low IQ) boyfriend, she would get over it by bestowing her roomies with post-its about the rent. Can you say crazy?

Then there was the kitchen. The rule (Faith's rule) was that we do the dishes RIGHT AWAY, like before we ate. From someone who knows this, it is hard to eat when the plate you are eating off is supposed to be cleaned before you use it.

And there was what I called, Old MacDonald's Farm in the freezer. Faith and Pat used to buy value packs of meat, portion them out for meals, put those portions in ziplocs and freeze them. That's cool enough, recommended by cheesy morning shows everywhere. BUT, the freezer was FULL. Every time I'd go to take something out of there, an avalanche of animal parts would fly at my head. I learned a defensive elbow move to curb this at the time.

I wasn't exactly happy with the farm in the freezer, but it didn't piss me off until the day I went to look for the only thing I had in the freezer, a pint of unopened Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia frozen yogurt, and couldn't find it, even after a search that found 3 pigs, 2 cows and 6 chicken, severed and placed into individual plastic bags. I asked Faith if she'd seen my yogurt and she nonchalantly said to me, "Oh, I threw it out, there was too much stuff in the freezer". $#^%)&@*^$#@!

By the time I was five months in, I was over it. Faith's bf was dumb as dirt, but the other roommates were cool enough, but it just wasn't worth it, not for the big room or the cheap rent. Not if I had to wake up everyday to a 2 1/2 by 2 1/2 fluorescent card bitching and moaning about nothing important, and have to pretend to take it seriously. No way, no how.

"Lucky" (see next post) for me, one of my best friends had a place with a roommate and invited me to move in, so I put in my notice, packed up my stuff and hightailed it out the door. Did I get most of my deposit back? NO. Did I expect to with that crazy chick who'd appointed herself ? NO. So I moved out and on, post-it free and looking forward to my new place with my friend Noel, only a block from the Beach, perfect for a California girl like me...