I moved back home to recover after a roommate ruined my finances. My sister quit her job and refuses to find another one. My brother lost his job due to alcoholism and spent all his retirement before losing his car and apartment and moving home. Almost went to jail on child support. And can't hold down a real job. He's in a temp service now and barely ever stays a whole day at the place he works. What little money he makes gets eaten up by child support. And my dad's dead. I don't feel right leaving my mom to take care of those two alone. So I get the whole second floor of the house she's buying. Its a live-in attic. Its almost an apartment. Just a few missing necessities. I'd rather get out and live my life. But unless someone wins the lottery or my family pulls their collective head from their anuses, I'm probably stuck for a while. And let me tell you. Women do not understand that crap

Also I put the toilet seat down. Toilets just look weird with the seat up. Though I also like to have the lid down. So it goes hand-in-hand

And now you all know way too much about me, and you all must die. Sorry