This is crazy

I'm 28 years old and still living like a fraternity guy. I mean, I never thought that my life would turn into this. I really blame it all on the roommate. I'll tell you why.

For a year or two when we first moved in i tried to keep this house up to a cool bachelor standard. Meaning, I liked it to be clean but not too clean and wanted cool furniture and gadgets and such but after years of trying to fight an up hill battle of simply keeping this place mice free and sanitary my legs gave out. I couldnt do it anymore. Now I live like these pics. I would have trash cans but I dont know where my roommate put them.