Every so often, I might drag an old post over from my original diary. I hit the random button and came up with this little bit of history:


Sam & Lisa: my first love & his ex-girlfriend in Queens, NY. Needless to say, with the ex-girlfriend there, things got a little ugly.

My sister, her family & another couple in the Sunset district of San Francisco: The other couple were theater people, very loud & dramatic.

Jacki, Mary Beth & Julie: First real apartment in Haight/Ashbury. Jacki was my best friend from high school. Mary Beth was a hilarious dead head who started dating a heroin addict who would nod off on our couch all the time. Julie was a very pretty blond, who was quite sweet at first, but she hated my cleaning style & thought I did not know that you have to sweep before you mop. It turned out she was an ex-junky, but you never would have guessed it. We all went through the earthquake together. The plaster was cracked on all our walls, but since we were moving out in a few months, our landlord let us draw & paint pictures all over the apartment walls.

Laaura & Amy in the Western Addition, SF. Laaura was my oldest friend & Amy was an orphan from Chicago. Her mom died of cancer & six months later her dad dropped dead of a heart attack. Needless to say, Amy was a bit of a wreck. We became very close, but then something snapped. One day when returning home from being out of town, I was greeted by a trashed apartment and blood splattered on all the walls. Amy had a breakdown and came very close to killing herself. She eventually moved in with her girlfriend.

I lived with some hippies for a while before leaving the country.

Chris & his Mom in Portsmouth, England: They took good care of me, feeding me, darning my clothes & driving me everywhere.

My Brother & his friend John in the Sunset district of SF: I kept catching John in the nude watching porn. My brother & I shared a wall that was really just a thin piece of sheet rock. Eventually my boyfriend Brian moved in with us & thus began the embarrassing phase of having to hear my brother have sex with his chick & vice versa.

Brian & I then moved into a South Van Ness Apartment with Joe Franke & his girlfriend Angela. Joe was the creator of a brilliantly hilarious zine called Life is a Joke. One night we dropped acid & the cat talked to us.

Joe and Angela moved out & Carl moved in. Carl was a seriously depressed, fucked up guy that smelled like rot. He had no stuff, so he just slept on his bedroom floor with one of our old blankets.

Eventually Brian & I moved into our own place in the Mission District. When our relationship went caput, I moved into the Duboce triangle with Michael & William. Michael was a Mennonite pack rat who loved to wander the apartment in just his underwear. William was a really nice man who had come in second once on the game show Jeopardy. He had a tendency to have sex with anonymous men in the park.

This is when my friend & I spontaneously moved to Seattle. We shared a one bedroom apartment in the Capitol Hill district. Hangover Sunday’s were the best when we would sit around in our robes trying to help each other piece together the night before. After just over a year, she told me she wanted to get a place of her own. I was a little hurt and not sure what I was going to do. I ended up moving into my own tiny studio apartment & was blissfully happy everyday for two years. I then met & fell in love with Sasha who immediately moved in with me.

That is hopefully the last of my roommate stories.

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14 Comments on “FLASHBACK FRIDAY”

  1. Violet Says:

    I enjoy these roommate stories. XO

  2. Desirée Says:

    Well, methinks you skipped one very important room mate: this one little fellow living with(in) you for some months until he decided to bail out early! 😉

  3. Greg Says:

    “having sex with his chick and vice versa”…you mean YOU were having sex with your brother’s chick as well?

  4. adela Says:

    how did you and sasha meet?

  5. For-Tart Says:

    A cat never talked to me, but a Budweiser can did one night. I think we may be cut from the same stone after all.

  6. Violet xoxox Says:

    I have a lot of nightmare roommate stories (and love to read other people’s), but one of the amusing ones was the Swiss roommate we had who liked to walk around naked at night in the dark. He’d wake up and be thirsty, so he’d wander to the kitchen to get something to drink. Invariably I would happen across him on the way to the bathroom, and you KNOW what happens when a guy first wakes up, right? So I’d go walking past, and he’d turn around to say hello, and his little buddy would be standing at full attention, saying a chipper hello as well. It was disconcerting.

    You guys have GOT to read the worst roommate story ever: http://tinyurl.com/6kpsjg. The original site is gone now and the story only exists on archive.org any more, sadly without the photos. God, the photos were some of the best part. Unbelievable. I wish I’d thought to download and save them. But the text version alone is pretty incredible, too.

  7. Violet xoxox Says:

    I still really do love that the psycho rabbit icon seems to be mine all mine! That makes me stupidly happy. 😛

  8. Violet xoxox Says:

    Well, okay, I’m compelled to also mention the time I sliced a vein open on a broken mirror and was bleeding all over the place, and asked our roommate if he would drive me to the hospital, and he said he couldn’t because a girl he’d met at a cafe earlier that day “might call.” Fuckhead.

    (The girl never did call him.)

  9. madwag Says:

    wow…how did you and Sasha meet? Is he originally from Seattle? How long did you live in your apt? How long have you guys been together?

  10. Miss Hiss Says:

    I ADORE other people’s roommate stories. And, let’s face it, yours make (most of) mine seem far less psychopathic! Love, R xxx

  11. teranika Says:

    you inspired a roommate spinoff entry….

  12. Kim Says:

    More stories please!! I LOVE it!

    (I know we have mentioned this before, but I live in the Mission district now, one of your old haunts… and I “spontaneously” moved to Seattle for a brief while too, before returning to good ‘ol SF! Ha!)

  13. Kim Says:

    Oh – p.s. — wish I had a big enough bosom to apply lipstick with!! woohoo!

  14. Brian Says:

    A couple weeks ago I needed to move an air conditioning unit in the server room at my work. Apparently it had leaked, like, a lot over the course of a couple of years and the smell reminded me a lot of Carl’s feet.

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