WHO GIVES A SHIT: WHAT'S YOUR LIVING SITCH?

A couple of recent Times pieces about housing in New York have me curious: what's your living situation?  Is anyone voluntarily destroying his/her sex life by living with parents on the cheap, or doing the (apparently illegal) apartment-as-sardine tin with a bunch of others?  Or are you all real live grown-ups with your own places?  (Related: Nothing charms a single New Yorker as much as a dishwasher and in-house laundry.)

Personally, I share my place with a couple of actors.  While I'm obviously jetting the hell out of there to my own space the second I can afford it, I have a decent apartment and I've never had it interfere with, um, personal matters.  And, even though I suppose I could, I don't live with my folks.  (Also related: This is probably the only reason they still love me.)

BALLERS, DINKS, BREEDERS with 2.3 perfect children, tell me in the comments!  And feel free to go stealth anon if you don't want that Coop chick you've been courting on OKCupid to know that your mama's still washing your skivvies.  You just haven't told her yet, I'm sure.