House Half Full

The toughest part about living on my own is dividing responsibilities up between Me, Myself  and I because Me doesn't want to do anything, Myself is never around I just complains about everything. The best part, however, is bringing home leftovers after going out for dinner, putting the food in the fridge without having to write MINE MY OWN MY PRECIOUS in 1,000,000 point font all over the box, put a retina scanner on it, have a guard dog by the fridge and various highly trained snipers strategically scattered in trees in the backyard with a clear view of the kitchen.