Bottle caps and trash in the fucking sink

There's only one thing that really hacks me off about home life, and it only occurs when I'm staying at my brother's place. He has two roommates - Both of whom have day jobs. (My brother actually recently gave his up, but here I'm speaking about what it was like when he did have one.)

Problem is, whenever any of them go food shopping, they tend to forget that I'm in the flat. Now, whenever I'm there and they're all out at the office, I'll just be at home all day sleeping,gaming, listening to music and raping the internet. Food is a problem. I'll usually sleep in until 11 AM or so (by which stage everyone will have been long gone), and when I head to the kitchen, there's little or no cereal left, and bugger-all in the way of real food (last time I was lucky to find a carton of soup and a few carrots). As a result, I tend to spend days hungry until one of them comes home at around six. And with no money, I can't exactly go out and get some for myself.

I've got a quirky metabolism, so when I'm hungry I'm starving, and I get hungry fast. It's not a pleasant tradeoff for a few days of a 48 megabit connection.

Oh, and I have plenty of sob stories to tell about boarding school. Only one that comes to mind involves someone's fucking phone alarm always going off at five AM and they never get out of bed to turn it off.

Jam it back in, in the dark.