Straight Edge Life

Ok, so here’s a hint to all house mates of the world. When any of your other house mates are gone away on a trip, be it for work, pleasure, or family emergency, don’t go into their rooms in their absence. There are many reasons for this, not the least of which is that it’s an invasion of privacy. Another reason might be because the house mate that’s gone just might really value his privacy… and have a redundant alarm system with boatload of motion sensors, alarms, triple power supplies and video cameras. An alarm system which faithfully notifies it’s owner, a second party as a backup and the police day or night, rain or shine on a redundant phone system. An alarm system which is very capable of revealing the trustworthiness of everyone in the house besides it’s owner.

I’m pretty bummed about this. The alarm worked while I was away. Which is great. I’ve done enough testing of the system, I wasn’t really expecting it to fail. But it sucks because I’ve technically experienced my first home invasion. By a housemate, who went into my unlocked but alarmed bedroom while I was away.

I think everyone has roommate and housemate horror stories. I used to live with this dude who threw spaghetti on the wall to see if it was ready to eat. It would fuse to the paint by the time anyone noticed in the morning. And of course we refused to clean up his mess, got mad at him and tried to get him to clean it off, which he never did… I guess that’s not so bad, but it was definitely annoying. I mean tonight… I have no idea if my housemate was looking to sniff my underwear, steal my data, steal my movies, fuck someone on my bed or borrow a book. And I don’t like that.

So here I am, awake a few thousand miles away from my home… knowing there’s someone still in my house that I sure as hell don’t trust.