This... is where I live. My mother decorated it. I don't do laundry, I buy new underwear. See, and uh, under the table? Six months of magazines I know I'll never read, but I won't throw out. I don't wash dishes, vacuum, or put the toilet paper on the holder. I hired a maid once, she ran away crying. Uh... the only things in my fridge are water, vodka, and diet soda. And I don't care, but you do. Still think living together is a good idea?
