So the first little story got posted. Now it’s time to hear from you.
We want your sucky roommate stories. The requirements are easy:
- The story must be true. Sure, I cannot confirm your story through verification/fact checks. But c’mon, let’s be honest. The best — or worst, rather — stories are likely to be real.
- The story has to be about your roommate. We all have friends with shitty roommates, but we want your stories. And if you have friends with anecdotes worth sharing, tell them to send it to us!
- Keep it brief. Nobody wants to read about how you got stuck with a bum, or how he or she (or it?) signed the lease. Just give us the goods. Try to hold stories to about 100 words or less. Also, keep in mind we’ll be editing the stories to take out names, addresses and unnecessary content. So with that in mind, your submitted piece is subject to editing that will not change the story, only cut details for anonymity.
- Give us a general location. Again, we don’t want your address and apartment number. However, we’d like to know from where these vignettes originate. It doesn’t have to be in the story, but tell us what city or college you’re in somewhere in the e-mail.
- It does not have to be super recent. Let’s tell stories that happened in the last 12 months. If you’re 65 and remember terrible incidents from your college years, well … too bad. Again, I’m incapable of fact checking, but more recent stories are likely fresher in your mind, richer in detail and better.
Alright, so get going. Shoot us the hilarity and disappointment that is your living situation. Send stories to myroomysucks@gmail.com. In the meantime, enjoy another one:
For nine months, the only band my roommate listened to was Sufjan Stevens. I once enjoyed Sufjan, until my roommate butchered his songs on guitar while trying to play along. I cannot listen to Sufjan without hearing the discordant sounds of my roommate’s guitar. MRS
