My house sucks. Don't start bitching about your house, don't even START 'cause I have a lot of bitterness to release. First off, as many of you could possibly know, my primitive technology-fearing mother has prohibited the purchase of a microwave. Yes, I do not have a microwave. Also, out dishwasher does not work, forcing us to do them by hand, and only half of the burners on our oven work. Rather than furnish these basic appliances, instead the money is directed toward incredibly useless items, such as a fake wooden-floor. Even this is a waste, because my previously described parents (see Things That Suck concerning them) insist upon going about the labor themselves. As a result the furniture in our living room is all carefully placed to cover up spots where the floor is popping up. Within the living is our TV. Our ONLY TV. We have one 26" TV, which is constantly being fought over despite we do not have cable; and NBC, WB, UPN, and FOX are usually too blurred to see anyhow. The TV therefore is almost always jumbled with some Disney movie on ABC by my sister, or some old-person show on CBS by my parents. I WOULD be watching TV now...but I can't so I'm writing this. My room WOULD be ok except my parents rearrange it every time I go to school, it having a different layout every month, getting progessively less and less space-effecient. Also the carpeting is rather thick and old, and I have seen various insects crawling through this thick, brown carpetry forest. I don't touch the floor. In the bathroom, the hot water on the sink doesn't work. There IS a bathtub, but you can't close the drain. The ice and water dispensers on my refrigerator do not work. My room fan currently has two settings: "off" and "fucking-tornado." Every time I walk in tha garage I cut my foot on some of the various sharp-rusty objects placed so I alone will step on them. There's a hole in my wall, by ...someone...other... than...me... There are no band-aids in the house. And the ceiling-fan in the living room lets dowm a dust storm every time it is operated. Even the "computer" on which I am currently typing is crap. The only purposes it serves is internet, word-processing, and Tetrinet. Plus it sits atop a heavily padded chair, which sits on the carpet in my room, so I have to type painfully slow in order to not loose my connection. There is no phone outlet in my room, so there's an extremely long extension cord reaching from my room to the next, only increasing my already-high rate of disconnection. I hate my house...can I stay at yours...?