So after looking over all the evidence. I either live with two other people, and we all share the same bed, or I'm a cross dresser that wears far too tight of clothing and on occasion I dress like a poorly dressed gigolo. These aren't very promising findings, but it's all I've got right now.
That and I have a dog with a tag that says Escher. He's sweet enough I suppose, though he's extremely anxious for walks come the afternoons.
Anyone remember living with two other people?
god that's a stupid question...