another thought.

The good thing about living with my brother is the things he brings into my life that I would never, ever spend money on i.e. sound systems, unshelled peanuts and Gatorade. The kind of bad things he brings to the table are minimal and forgivable: the sweaty boy smells and the way he "washes" the dishes(I always end up re-washing them). But basically he's the best roommate ever. :-)