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Some of you perusing the dA horrors thread may have noticed that I posted this thing earlier:
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Holy shit that looks like Taxman.
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Some of you perusing the dA horrors thread may have noticed that I posted this thing earlier:
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I'd like to hear more stories, if you wouldn't mind.'K, so there's someone I sort of know who keeps going deeper and deeper down the lolcow hole. Started off fairly normally (identified as cishet female, had an interest in history, starting to get into social justice but not overwhelmingly so at first, claimed to be incorrectly diagnosed as autistic but felt she probably wasn't). Then identified as bi, got further into the social justice stuff, got diagnosed with ADHD.
Fast forward to now, where this person identifies as nonbinary and gets triggered by "gender assigned at birth" talk, is way into SJW stuff, especially race-related issues (despite being super white), HAES, any sort of gender issues... and is now apparently a multiple system with their own OCs as fictive headmates.
I've witnessed this entire progression first-hand and wow what a ride.![]()
I'd like to hear more stories, if you wouldn't mind.
I recently have met a lolcow that is so big, she puts the other lolcows that I previously mentioned in this thread to shame. Of course, a good portion of this story is due to me being a over trusting dumbass, so I'm kinda at fault here. But regardless, I hope you enjoy the wacky shenaginans of "Catherine" aka my roommate.
Catherine and I met over Craiglist (Should've been a sign). She was looking to rent an apartment, and it happened to be near my school. So why the hell not? I got my mom to cosign and everything seemed peachy. Until the first day where she gave really inconsistent rents to all of us. I only had to pay $300 while another girl had to pay $800. I later found out that she made only two of our roommates pay for the security deposit. So it turns out we still owe some money (that my mom had to bail us out on this one). She tried to blame two other roommates as the reason we were behind on our rent. At first, as I believed her. But a week later, I randomly met Catherine's former roommates who told me the truth: that Catherine scammed them by taking their money that that was supposed used for rent and used it for herself. And she was most likely repeating it with me and my roommates. At first, I couldn't believe it because it was such a dumb scam holy shit. Like how would you not get caught eventually? But they had a lot of dirt on her, including a Facebook post where she admitted to doing all of this stuff. And it was probably the reason we were behind on our rent.
You're probably wondering how her former roommates were able to find me. It's because they literally live a couple doors down from me. That's right. Catherine not only went back to the apartment where the formerly scammed the girls, our apartment happened to be right next to theirs as well. If that's not the doing of a lolcow, then I don't what is.
I'm trying to get Catherine out but it's hard since she's on the lease. We also got the police involved and they're investigating, probably because she's a recurring offender for this shit. But in the meantime, enjoy these mini stories of her lolcowness.
One day, one of our roommates asked Catherine to take down the trash. She does. Well actually she just leaves it near the door. Another roommate sees it and confronts her. Catherine's excuse was that she didn't know where the apartment trash was despite living here before. Hell, one of our roommates stated that Catherine showed her where it was on the first day.I'll keep you guys updated. Even though a part of me is kicking myself for being so stupid, I would be lying if I said that I didn't find this to be even slightly entertaining.Like OPL, Catherine has an awful track record with animals. According to her old roommates, she used to have a dog and two cats. The pets hardly went out side and the apartment was invested with flees. She also tried to trimmed one of the cats' hair by cutting it with regular scissors. She recently got a guinea pig that she left alone for 3 days when she visited her parents. Our roommates felt bad for it, so they fed it and renamed it.
That's really horrifyingMy ex-boyfriend might count as a horror cow. Met him in our senior year of high school in programming class, and we hit it off. He was actually much cuter than the typical high school computer geek. Things were fine until we actually started dating. He got all creepy and possessive of me, even skipping class to wait outside mine until he could shepherd me to my next class. Being a naïve and frankly self-loathing girl at the time, I convinced myself it was 'normal' or even charming.
He lived with his half sister and her two daughters (about ages 8 and 5), and he would often refer to his sister as a 'whore' and claimed she'd let 'cock go to her head.' He'd then quickly point out that I wasn't a whore because he 'wouldn't dare date one' and was really smug that he was my first boyfriend.
He'd bring his laptop everywhere and refused to let anyone touch it or otherwise use it in any capacity. I didn't think much of it until, while he went to the bathroom during lunch, I wanted to check show times for a movie later that night. The screen was still lit up and he was still logged in, so I figured that I'd just have a quick look before he came back. His files menu was open, and I saw this weird password protected folder on his hard drive called 'nighttime' that had about 5 gigs of files in it. At this point, I think I was just really wanting to have something to hold over him or something. I dunno, maybe I was looking for reasons to break up with him at that point.
He was one of those idiots who used the same password for everything, so I was able to open the folder. It was CP. Legit, real life CP. There were even pictures of his nieces, taken when they were asleep.
It took a second for it to sink in, then I called 911 (since I didn't know the non-emergency number) and brought my ex's laptop to the principal's office. My ex was 18, so he was tried as an adult and got 10 years in jail because the judge deemed his pictures of his nieces as "production" of CP.
So... that was the story of my first boyfriend.
That's the thing. We still don't have it. Catherine claimed that she was going to get us internet through Comcast but it never came. Last week, another roommate and I found a letter in her closet from Comcast to her saying that they declined her request to have internet. She never told us this.try cancelling your internet, people tend to leave when the router is "busted"
My ex-boyfriend might count as a horror cow. Met him in our senior year of high school in programming class, and we hit it off. He was actually much cuter than the typical high school computer geek. Things were fine until we actually started dating. He got all creepy and possessive of me, even skipping class to wait outside mine until he could shepherd me to my next class. Being a naïve and frankly self-loathing girl at the time, I convinced myself it was 'normal' or even charming.
He lived with his half sister and her two daughters (about ages 8 and 5), and he would often refer to his sister as a 'whore' and claimed she'd let 'cock go to her head.' He'd then quickly point out that I wasn't a whore because he 'wouldn't dare date one' and was really smug that he was my first boyfriend.
He'd bring his laptop everywhere and refused to let anyone touch it or otherwise use it in any capacity. I didn't think much of it until, while he went to the bathroom during lunch, I wanted to check show times for a movie later that night. The screen was still lit up and he was still logged in, so I figured that I'd just have a quick look before he came back. His files menu was open, and I saw this weird password protected folder on his hard drive called 'nighttime' that had about 5 gigs of files in it. At this point, I think I was just really wanting to have something to hold over him or something. I dunno, maybe I was looking for reasons to break up with him at that point.
He was one of those idiots who used the same password for everything, so I was able to open the folder. It was CP. Legit, real life CP. There were even pictures of his nieces, taken when they were asleep.
It took a second for it to sink in, then I called 911 (since I didn't know the non-emergency number) and brought my ex's laptop to the principal's office. My ex was 18, so he was tried as an adult and got 10 years in jail because the judge deemed his pictures of his nieces as "production" of CP.
So... that was the story of my first boyfriend.
Norman update: he was going to go on a job with my husband but slept through the whole day. He then texted Mr. OB bemoaning that the drugstore near his house does not sell DXM. He is now using ketamine to manage his depression
Nice. I suppose replacing depression with full blown psychosis is a sort of "managing."