My own Dormitory

As I walked around my house today, I finally articulated what has been bugging me lately:  I live in a dormitory. 

My house comes complete with:

• stinky shoes.  Left wherever they were shed.
• dirty laundry.  Preferably wadded up and stuffed in nearest corner.
• towel clad boy wandering around looking for clean clothes.
• wet towels.  Thrown wherever user chose to get dressed.
• laundry room utilized as a) dressing room b) place to scavenge for new clothes from other owners c)general place to dump unwanted items, laundry or not.
• boy stink
• dirty shower
• empty a)shower gel containers b)shampoo bottles c)laundry soap d)toothpaste
• unmade beds and general uncleanliness
• used soda cans, dirty dishes and empty boxes of food/wrappers stuffed in cushions, closets and under beds.  Never in the sink, garbage, or dishwasher.
• sideways glares and the smell of hostile testosterone
• multiple episodes of punching/yelling/tripping/practical jokes
• fart jokes
• lots of fart jokes
• America’s Funniest Videos and Wipeout as favorite shows
• lots and lots of laundry.  When I can find it.
• consistently empty pantry and refrigerator.  Even though last grocery bill was $638.

And I cherish every minute of it.