Its strange, I like all my house mates individually, they are all great people and nice. Its just as a bunch they drive me nuts.
I've lived in pretty bad places though.
I once lived with a 11 people in this house in the middle of Sydney. The land lord was like this crazy guy with a valiant that had the back doors tied shut and he would rent out every space. There was a girl called Candy living in what used to be a walk in pantry, and a British guy living under the stairs - we called him "Harry Potter". There was also an ex male prostitute turned hairdresser upstairs and a drug dealing pyrotechnician down stairs. Strange house.
I just cannot understand how people can live in a room without windows.