Rent is perhaps the most important concept to understand when signing onto a tenancy agreement. Once you’ve signed a lease you are legally obligated to pay rent according to the terms of the contract. That may seem simple, but there are a few aspects of rent payments that must be understood.
Welcome back to another edition of the best blog on roomies you could ever ask for! We’re excited to welcome another guest writer, Shannon Derms, who is going to school us on the pros and cons of co-ed habitation aka living with that hot girl you saw on Tinder who just wants to be friends. Seriously folks, give it some thought and give this one a read before you shack up thinking the genders won’t collide.
So that person applying for your room looks pretty hot, right? Well think twice, my friend, before signing them on. One of the great temptations in roommate situations is deciding whether to accept some hottie from the opposite sex. Should you do it? Maybe. But here’s a few thoughts to consider before bringing that model in under your roof.
Continue reading Living With Ladies : To Bro Or Not To Bro?
We’re not always the best when it comes to updates and new blog articles on a consistent basis but you forgive us , right? You better! It’s finals week here in the world of Roomies and quite honestly the last thing any of us wanted to do was stare at a screen or words any longer than absolutely necessary. Studying aside though, you, our dear reader, deserves another juicy tidbit to sink your teeth in to eventually and today’s that day. Get ready for today’s blog : The Couch Surfer.
When you live with lots of other people things can get a little weird. I had four roommates at this time : two girls who lived in a master bedroom and got along great. The other two roommates were fantastic except they were always fighting. Beyond being two guys who couldn’t get along at least they paid rent which brings me to the Couch Surfer.
Welcome back! Living with a stranger isn’t all bad, right? How about if that stranger never sleeps and in the middle of the night they move the furniture around? Our guest writer today, Chandra, is going to tell a tale of communal living that will shock and amaze you. Well, maybe not, but it’s still a great story about a terrible roommate. Enjoy!
This year I had a really awesome roommate and we became best friends. What it has reminded me of though is a previous roommate that was just about the worst you could ever imagine. The time frame was my freshman year of college and it was definitely an eye-opening experience to say the least.
We’ve had some great guest bloggers recently but it’s time to get personal again. The names have not been changed in this story because absolutely no one is innocent, including the man typing these keys right now. I’d like to assure any and all eyeball owners reading this now that I do not abuse or tolerate the abuse of animals. Juicy disclaimer huh? Read on to see why I think it’s necessary.
There’s a lot of things in life that you don’t plan for and it bites you in the bottom. Folks spend and spend and spend and get upset when the final bill comes. Some people eat and eat and eat and get confused when they end up fat. For me, the unexpected came in the form of a crying kitten at my girlfriend’s house.
Today’s tale of all things domestic among bros is another collaboration between me and a previous roommate. As will become obvious as you read the story, the only reason we didn’t become dude-sicles frozen to the floor of our humble abode was thanks to a local HVAC company. If you’re living in Tennessee and you have a heating emergency just check out www.murfreesborotnheatingandcooling.com
“Why is it so cold in here???”
With those few words I would start one of the most terrible (and ultimately hilarious) few weeks in my time as a roommate.
The scene needs a bit of context. The rental property in question was a rambling old house behind the college. Have you ever lived in a place that has been “rode up hard and put up wet”? Suffice to say this particular property was great for its size but not the nicest. One of the odd perks of this place was that it had literally two separate living rooms. All the space available made the cheap rent even more awesome and when I moved in August with three other students we felt amazingly proud of ourselves. The house had never been on the market since it had been converted into a rental property some 30 years previous. Handed from one group to the next, it was finally our turn to try living in the spacious and perfectly placed “Crunk House. ”
SHAKE, TREMBLE & COWER BEFORE THE NIGHTMARE THAT IS: THE SUBLEASER!!!
Editor’s Note: Today’s story features a guest submitter and the only way I could wrangle him into doing this is the following sincere plug : If you’re moving to the Middle Tennessee area and you plan to own your home, call my pal Thomas, the best damn home insurance broker around. You can find all you need at www.murfreesborotnhomeinsurance.com
It was a cold and rainy night much like other cold and rainy nights previously. The date was the 4th of the month which if you’ve ever had a decent and human landlord that means that you may have one more precious day to drop off the rent check. If you’re me, than you are biting off your fingernails because it actually means you have 24 hours to find someone “suitable” to take over your lease. I had my stuff moved out. I was back at my parent’s home. I just wanted to do my previous roomies a solid and was running out of time.
That’s where I sat : pondering rental responsibilities and posting on Facebook tirelessly begging friends, family and strangers to sublet for me so I could finally move out of the one-horse college town I’d had so foolishly moved to.
There’s one critical aspect that makes any roomie worth a damn : paying the rent on time. If you can’t figure that out like the roomie in this post today than you might need to move back in with the parents (the ultimate roomies!)
Remember Bobert from the Instant Vegan? Bobert didn’t like beets (as I did not) and Bobert didn’t like paying rent (as I did not either but COME ON.)
Bobert is not his real name by the way. Bobert is a cruel and unfair nickname that he had earned over the years from an unfortunate fact about himself: Bobert’s name was Robert and he stuttered. More specifically Bobert seemed to stutter on “Bs” and “Vs” more often than other words. You see where this is going? “Bo-bo-bo-books are expensive this year bo-bo-bro. ” Look, I didn’t say I was a NICE roomie, right?
Once upon a time I had this roommate and he was not too successful with the ladies. Okay, that’s not fair. He was moderately successful with the ladies and nearly zero on the ladies he was interested in : mainly women who think yoga tights are pants. Let’s call this roommate Jonah.
Jonah comes home one day and announces : “I have a new girlfriend and she’s a Vegan. I’m going to become a Vegan too!”
You can imagine looking up me looking up from my 16 oz sirloin steak and glass of chicken blood like “whaaaaaaaaa????!” Jonah, I knew, was a hungry meat eatin’ man just like me and there was NO WAY he could give it all away for the nookie, come on, but you can have that cookie and stick it up your…you get it.