I'm the same way. My little corner of the world is sacrosanct to me and I ****ing hate it when someone decides to barge in. Seeing someone open my door without my permission, or coming home to find that things have been moved is like nails on a chalkboard to me.

But its your mom....not a weirdo.

Can't have people messing with your pee bottles, right?

He's got a system.

The clear pee goes in one bottle. The yellow pee in the next, the radioactive looking pee goes in a lemon-lime soda bottle to match the green, and the pee that took longer than 15 seconds to eject goes in the next bottle.

...you're aware of the colour of your piss before you release it?

This statement is both correct and incorrect. And the fact that it's my mother, someone who I am closer to than some stranger, makes it worse since I care if she looks too closely at the stains on my sheets.

I only have one!

On a related note, the worst came to pass this morning and I was finally forced to use the shit bucket in my bedroom. I don't have a whole lot of dignity left, so I think it's pretty uncool of the universe to trample on what little remains.

You'd fit right in in prison. At least you got that going for ya.

At least prison has plumbing.

No. I pour a tiny bit in a cup, and then pour the rest in the bottle.

If New Super Mario Bros. taught me anything, every place has plumbing... even volcanoes, and the SKY!