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Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! That is just horrible. I can't even believe that. That is like a description of one some advanced level of hell.
I have a serious case of the heebie jeebies now.
I was a Brownie for one day. I went to my first and last Brownie meeting at a house just like you described, only fortunately for me, roaches are not native to the area in Alaska where I grew up. I called my mother on the sly and begged her to come get me with some -- any -- excuse. She did.
So ended my Brownie career.
I have a similar thing for slugs. I stepped on one barefoot once at summer camp. When I cried inconsolably for a half an hour, my cabinmates made horrible fun of me for the duration of camp ("Watch out! There's a slug!! Ha ha ha") Talk about Christian love, right?
*shudder*
I started that post and knew I shouldn't finish it, but of course I did. Now I'll never get to sleep. GOD I hate roaches.
*shudder*
Argh! (i think you should've used their real names though!!)
OMG, That does sound like hell! I hate roaches, no matter if they're large, small, hissing, flying, or crawling. Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!
*shudder*
I thought I had the world's title on disorganised messes, but clearly those people are in a dimension all their own.
oH MY GOD FLEA! I now feel like a really good housekeeper!
That's why cats are so important. Hegel spends is waking hours decimating our roach population. I live in FL, so there is no getting away from them! I love waking up to smeared roach body bits on the shower floor- thanks Hegel!
What is WRONG with people? Jesus.
I feel sorry for their poor kitties too. I mean if you want to live like Howard Hughes in your own filth, whatever, but don't force an innocent animal to do so.
I had a friend like that too, who seemed completely normal until she invited me to stay in her apartment one weekend. It stank of cat pee, there was rotting food in the kitchen and mildew all over the tub, I don't believe her clumpy nasty carpet had ever been vacuumed. I was shocked as hell.
I didn't sleep all night and drove back early the next day, dying for a shower. Damn.
Oh my god. OH MY GOD! I'm hyperventilating here! OH MY GOD!!!!
This reminds me of when I lived in Andersonville. we were in a sixflat (really, two reflective three-flats stuck together), on the ground floor and the landlords had just recently bought the building. They had inherited about half of the tenants--including the ones opposite us.
We didn't see them often--the boy was mentally challenged, very shy--almost afraid, but seemed sweet. His mom--aunt?--was very. Ahem. Abrasive? And they were very. Very. Secretive.
We noticed that whenever we went out the back door, it smelled like pee. And not in that, "Hey, some drunk guy might have peed here a month ago" way, but like someone was going out to pee on the wood balcony daily. After eating a lot of asparagus. And let's not even talk about the fumes in summer.
And then one day, we spotted it. The boy. Taking out two GIANT medical bags, like IV bags, but a foot square. Full of pee. Out to the dumpster in back of the house. Oh, and how was he taking them out? By swinging
Oh my god!!!! How could anyone live in such filth? Yech. I couldn't stand my crappy first apartment...and I only had 1 or 2 roaches a day. They totally skeeved me out and sent me on maniacal smooshing rampages. I can't even imagine a broken-toilet-roach-encrusted-kitchen house.
That was so worth the re-write. One helluva story, my God.
I could pee, that was so funny. And so dis-fucking-gusting. My god. Please tell me you are exaggerating even slightly. I have never been exposed to such filth, and I hope to never be.
(and ps - SCSS is one of the BEST Shel Silverstein poems!)
with this material you could write a screeplay for a horror film.
Christ on an ice cream cone! LA, that is... I don't have the words. Or I have too many.
It sounds like they lived like characters in a horror film. Or like junkies. How can anyone live in a place even a fraction as disgusting as that, and actually invite people over, too? I'm no neat freak -- matter of fact, I'm what some might call a pile person, but... ugh!!!!!
And I just ate, too.
If anything, it was worse than what I posted about. I didn't write about having to shake the roaches out of our coats. And I forgot to write about Jack not being able to find a clean glass because all the remaining glasses in the cabinets had dead roaches in them. He waded through all that festering garbage to try and get Laura something to drink. Tell me that's not love!
And I agree about the cats, whoever said that. Several people offered to take the cats off their hands, but were refused. Toby's girlfriend ended up buying the cats a new litter box and fresh litter, but that just ended up as filthy as the old one.
omg. I am so mad at you for sharing that story flea. Still, it's inspiring me to go scoop the litter and clean the bathroom, which I've been putting off. I feel bad if I don't thoroughly clean every week. These people are my NIGHTMARE! My can't all grown-ups clean? I also feel bad for the cats. Let's hope they never have kids.
How did they find each other?
WHY did they have people over?
Did you ever talk to him again?
Eeeeeeeeeeeeghgghgh!! Put me down as a roach-hater. I've never seen anything like that, though, although I once cleaned an apartment after some really filthy tenants as a teen, and there were quite a few of those nasty little fuckers in the kitchen. When one of them got in my hair, I quit.
Also: great new motivating tool for cleaning. Thanks!
That's it. I'm doing mega-house-cleaning when I come home from work today. Ewwwww.
I cannot continue to live in this world if that story is true, so I choose not to believe it. Sorry. It's self-preservation. I'm sure you understand.
I just can't get over the fact that their home is like that yet they INVITE PEOPLE OVER!!!!
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