There are no cell phones, no paper towels, or paper napkins. I have dozens of cloth napkins, and a huge box of cheap white towels and wash cloths that work inplace of paper towels.
No cable. Kept getting ripped off by providers.
No attic; it got converted into a loft.
No carpet. Hardwood floors all the way.
No pets. We’re allergic to cats, dogs, & dust…
No garage. House was built in 1920, before cars became really popular.
No outdoor christmas lights. Way too much hassle.
No attic, no basement, no pets, no call waiting.
No landline phone
No ironing board - I rarely use my iron
No comb or brush - I have locs (yeah!)
No 360 
- I’m still playing N64
No newspaper or magazines - I’d rather buy books and get news online
Like many of you I have no TV, microwave, iron, soft drinks, food processor …
And canned peas. PARTICULARLY canned peas. Snickers, have you encountered the horror known as mushy peas? I cannot imagine a circumstance under which that ghastly concoction would enter my house.
I am horrified at all the people without house plants! I couldn’t live without my little jungle.
Oh, and someone mentioned that they have no vacuum because they have no carpet. I just bought a vacuum for my hardwood floors (and upholstry, and cobwebby corners) - nothing else can get them so clean. My allergies have never been better.
And, what’s the benefit of those satellite-dish steamers? I find them to be more trouble than they’re worth (too many moving parts = more likely to break), and instead use bamboo ones.
Coffee table - they just waste space and create a walking hazard.
I do fine with end tables only, but my sister has a fit every time we come over, insisting I “have enough money” and “it’s for your guests’s comfort” and “no other house in the world has no coffee table”
No liquor or beer, although I will accept these when offered to be socialble and nurse the glass all night.
But my friends think it’s rud for me to drink at their place and never offer them a drink at mine. I see it the opposite. They should be dry to be sociable here just I as I will drink to be sociable there.
In my tiny, wonderful, centrally located, bloody expensive one-room bachelor’s apartment, where I’m currently taking refuge, I have:
no tv set (I hate the things with a passion, after a childhood of extreme overexposure).
no microwave.
no iron.
no land line telephone.
no cell phone, either, at the moment (it broke… this is driving me completely nuts, though, and I will be getting a new one ASAP).
no dishwasher.
no coffee maker.
no paper towels, ever (heck, I have regular towels and toilet paper).
no garlic press, and no garlic (I realized, finally, that the stuff makes me horribly stinky).
no meat.
no butter.
no plants.
no pets.
no roommates.
no family members.
no girlfriend.
no audio cd’s (I’m mp3 only these days).
no carpets.
no doors except for the front door.
no pictures on any walls or any other kinds of decoration, at all.
no razors (that will have to change soon, though. sooner or later I’ll be bored with this scruffy beard).
no furniture except for a very narrow bed, my desk and an unspeakably uncomfortable office chair that badly needs replacement.
no newspapers or magazines.
an absolutely minimal amount of clothes, just what it takes to keep up a decent appearance and stay warm.
no visitors, usually (heck, the place is tiny, and there’s nowhere for anyone to sit! plus, I tend to guard my private space like a pitbull. yes, I do have friends, though, a few, those that have learned to accept my weirdness).
However, I do have…
Broadband.
A few books.
A couple of DVD’s (my ex ran off with the rest of my rather extensive collection. I’m currently plotting to get it back).
A small kitchen area.
A water cooker.
A vacuum cleaner.
A shower.
And get this:
A urinal. Yes, in my apartment. Now that’s freaky. No toilet, though (that is, it’s outside in the hallway).
Heck… sorry about double posting, but re-reading my above post, it occured to me that I might be in prison! I don’t think I am, though. Last time I checked I could still leave the house of my own volition, I still have to cook my own food, etc…