As I sit in the living room, I realize that there is no official age that someone gets to when they actually mature. We have a 27 year old woman, running around like a chicken with her head cut off complaining about not getting enough attention from her roommates. Seriously dude?! Get over it. When you’re not apart of the equation the house is a home, it is peaceful and not to mention the house remains CLEAN. I’m not another of you other roommates, I ill not spare your feelings if you come at me. You cannot call yourself a grown woman yet you’re throwing temper tantrums because you can’t find the remote control for the television and the digital cable box. Once someone else actually takes the time to look for the item, and successfully finds it, you want to slam doors? Grow the fuck up. & for the record as a 27 year old woman you should know to brush your teeth. NASTY!