I finally cleaned my bathroom today.

It’s amazing. If I lived in my own apartment, I’ll never clean my bathroom.

However. For the past week, every time my brother had to use the bathroom, he would complain in a excruciatingly
loud voice about how tremendously dirty it is.

And it just so happens that my room is next to bathroom.

However. I also happen to have the power to IGNORE my brother’s voice. I have lived with him for so long, I have grown immune to his ultimate whining powers.

Unfortunately, he started to bang on my door, which I CAN’T ignore. Eventually, I said, “CLEAN IT YOURSELF! It doesn’t bother ME.”

Actauly…It did bother me….but nothing bothers me enough for me to do something about.

Anyways, in the end, I had no choice BUT to clean the damn bathroom. Higher powers became involved. (Namely, my parents.)

Nevertheless, everything is still my brother’s fault.

The bathroom wouldn’t be so damn dirty if he didn’t miss so much.