Mine are too controlling and shrewlike to actually get any (even though one has a long time boyfriend). Now I know how Lester Burnham (from American Beauty) felt living with his wife. I would seriously cheer and get drunk if either of them got some. Shrews! Bitches!

I moved out of my parents' house when I was 18...why do I feel like I'm living with them all over again?

I've had some baaaaaaaaad roomates . . . Jess, the bisexual that chose not to tell me until after she moved out (note that we shared a small dorm room . . . not that I think any less of her, it's just something you kind of like to know about your roomate!) or Deb, who stole aprox. $300 from myself and our third roomate, wore my clothes without permisson and put them back in my closet still dirty, never showered, and constantly ate our food and never bought any.

I do feel badly for some of my past roomates though because I know that I'm tough to live with. Things *must* be clean and everything has a place. I can't deal with things that are not put away and if something is sitting out for too long I will move it to a pile in front of their door so I can clean. Heaven help the roomate that uses *MY* dishes and lets them sit longer than 24 hours before washing them. Luckily I live by myself now and I don't plan on living with anyone else until such a time as I get married . . . at least he knows what he's getting into!