All New Lifestyles of the Mentally Ill

Recent photos of the Space Cadets' room. This is just a few weeks worth of trash since Ms. Dumbass made him clean it. As you can see, the bottles of urine now outnumber the beer cans, pretty scary.

Bob keeps several layers of towels on his chair now. I think because he pisses himself in the chair.

Dead Man Sitting

Today Veggie started his day very early at 3pm. He came home with a 30 pack of Extra Gold plus 3 extra 6 packs. He was really struggling getting it all from his space cruiser into the house. He still has a dozen left from last night, so he's pretty stoked with around 60 beers for 3 fun filled nights of sitting, drinking and peeing. Life's good sometimes.

Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables

Today I threw out Bob's bag of produce that's been sitting on the counter since last Saturday. It was all turned to mush and the fruit flies were starting a colony in there. His slab of meat is still sitting uncovered in the fridge, I don't expect it'll be going anywhere for a while. Probably 40 bucks worth of food, all wasted. This is normal for the idiot.

Veggie rose early today at 2pm. He went out for a 30 pack and it's just another long weekend of drinking, sitting and peeing for Bob. I peeked in his room a few days ago and it is fruit fly paradise. He occasionally puts his cans back in the boxes...except he doesn't empty the cans and most of them are half full. Why he spends all this money on beer and doesn't drink the whole can is a mystery to me. Whenever one of these re-loaded boxes is disturbed, a cloud of fruit flies erupts from the box. How anyone can sit in filth with flies everywhere is a testament to Veggies' state of mind. He must have 20 - 30 bottles of urine in there now.

37 Beer Weekend

Here's the inside bottom of our fridge. Yeah, it's pretty disgusting. Veggie spills food all over it and never throws anything out. He likes to leave fruit or tomatoes in there until they turn to liquid form and drip out the door. There's black crust all around the floor in front of the fridge. I can only use the top 2 shelves. Bob needs the bottom half for beer. If I put anything near the bottom he'd spill crap all over it. I don't do much cooking anymore.


He's got 37 beers chilling to get through the weekend. He's got a 30 pack plus an extra 6 pack and there's one loose beer on the door. Hopefully that's enough to last the next 2 nights.

Roommate Wanted

Here's recent pics of the Zombie's lair. I have to cover my face, take the photos quickly and try not to touch anything. He's been returning some of his cans lately, I guess money's tight with all those court costs. He always has money for alcohol though. It's sorta ironic that he keeps a globe in his room...like he plans to visit our planet someday.

I think these are bottles of urine. There's quite a few more in there if you look. There's a milk crate under one of the trash piles that is filled with bottles of urine.

This is where Bob sits on his ass until sunrise drinking and staring at his computer. Tough getting to the chair now, not sure how he manages. I couldn't do it and I'm sober.

Yeah, this is normal.

Bob's main problem is his severe mental illness which grows worse each day. I believe he is addicted to the internet as well as alcohol (obviously). His whole life is staring at the computer and getting drunk all night. I think the internet and alcohol are his private world, his means of never facing reality.

I've Fallen......And I Can't Get Up

So I found out the insurance company is seeking $8,200.00 from the living corpse for damages from his car accident. I wish them luck in collecting it. I'm expecting the process server should be coming by sometime with the lawsuit papers. He also gets regular letters from 4 or 5 different collection agencies. He defaulted on a bank loan for $5,000 years ago. They had attached his pay at his last job. I don't think they ever recovered the whole amount. I figure he owes over 15k with all his debts. He only takes home about 3-400/week from his pity job. Bob doesn't worry about anything though. Bob's only concern is being able to get drunk and sit on his ass for another night.

I miraculously managed to fall asleep early last night even with the drunken, brainless zombie stumbling around in the next room all night. I have to get up early every day now in the summer to make money. I'm going to start sleeping in the back of my truck now that it's warmer outside. I have no other options. Thanks asshole.

Star Trek -Spaced Out- The Voyage To Hell

So Sunday night was another peaceful night here with the mentally ill scumbag from hell. Sunday he slept all day until 5pm, he spent an hour in the bathroom then he sat on his ass and spaced out until it was time to start pounding beers. He was up until 4am stumbling around intoxicated. I got woken up at 3am when he did a body slam into the pile of cans and trash in his room. He left for work at 10:15 this morning, he's supposed to be at work at 10. Good thing his friend is the boss.

Here's the view from the captain's chair on the bridge of the Starship Moron. It's mission is to space out, get drunk, voyage nowhere and seek out nothing. This is where the Space Cadet sits on his ass all night drinking and spacing out. Oh, he does get up sometimes to pee and get more beer from the fridge downstairs. Sometimes he manages to walk down the stairs without falling and sometimes he manages to pee into the toilet.



View to the left. Most of the stuff is stuck to the floor.



View behind the captain's chair. Getting to and from the chair is a tricky maneuver when you're plastered at 4am. It takes the Space Cadet about 10 minutes to get from the chair to the door late at night as this involves tripping and falling down on the trash piles several times during the journey. Too bad Spock can't be there to hold him up. Careful, those cans on the floor are half full and what's inside them don't smell too good.



View to the right of the captain's chair. Cigarette anyone? Just toss them on the floor when you're done. This is also one of the food storage piles. Why throw it out when the mold and flies will eat it for you?

Bob HQ Photo- viewer discretion advised

Bob sits in the chair there amid the filth all night drinking and staring at the computer. You may be able to see the bottles of urine he saves there in the photo, bizzare. I think he is urinating right on the floor from his chair when he's really bombed. The floor is all wet, everything around the chair is stuck to the floor. I have to sleep in the room right next to this, there's only 10 feet and one thin wall between my bed and this sick a-hole.

My Sentence To Hell

Okay, here's the story thus far....This is the condensed version of my story up until the present day just to start off with. I've been living with Bob for about 4 1/2 years now. We had both previously been renting apartments in a triple decker house. Our apartment house was forclosed on and we both had to move. I found a house for rent not too far away but couldn't afford the rent on my own. For lack of anyone else, I asked Bob if he'd like to share it (mistake #1).....Now, I only knew Bob from seeing him in the hallway and such but he seemed like a quiet, easygoing person. I knew he was very slovenly, a bit spacey and an alcoholic, but I thought I could deal with that (mistake#2). I had to move in a hurry and with my 3 pets (2 cats, 1 dog) finding a place to rent isn't that easy.

So for the first couple of years things weren't too bad. Bob went to work during the day and would go to bed before 12:00 pm. He never cleaned anything in the house or did any of the yard work, he just sat in his room playing on his computer and drinking. I dealed with it..................................

So, fast forward to September 2004 and the nightmare begins. Bob goes completely looney, why I don't know. All of a sudden, Bob no longer sleeps. I'm being woken up at 3am with music blaring (our bedrooms are right next to each other), Bob is staggering around the house all night intoxicated. I'm finding him sleeping on the toilet at 5am. This goes on continuously, every night. He is still going to work each morning on 2 or 3 hours sleep. He starts napping after work at 6pm, waking up at 9 to start drinking 'til dawn. This continues 'til Feb. 2006 when Bob finally gets fired from his job of 10 years. His room at this point is filled, floor to ceiling, with rotting garbage, liquor bottles and beer cans ( I'll post pics of this later, not for the squeamish!)...........Now the real fun begins.........

From March 2006 til Aug. Bob collects unemployment. He now converts to a strict vampire routine. Goes to bed at sunrise, sleeps til sunset, drinks all night. His family supplements his meager unemployment checks so he can stay stocked up with booze and food this whole time. At this point, Bob is no longer doing anything but sitting in his room 24 hrs a day, only going out to get booze and food. He stopped paying the utility bills over a year ago. Our phone was shut off 4 times..........

Now for the present time. Bob never paid his rent last month. He is still staying in his room all day doing nothing. His unemployment ran out a month ago. His family is still keeping him stocked with liquor and food. Our gas service has been scheduled for shut-off for over a year now but they never shut it off. Our phone should be shut off again next week.

Stay tuned for more in depth stories of my roommate, the walking vegetable.. aka Count Drunkula.