I’m not much of a cleaner. In fact, the whole idea of pulling on some gloves and scrubbing down a surface with a bottle of bleach or cleaning spray really irks me. But sometimes, you just need to dive in head first and take care of things.

I’ve ranted on and on about my twin brother here before. He’s the same age as me, but I swear his brain stopped growing once he reached ten years old. He’s absolutely the most disgusting person I’ve ever had the misfortune of living with. But I guess I should thank him for my newly developed OCD-like tendencies now.

It’s thanks to him that I’m slightly nutty with cleaning. I still don’t enjoy it, mind you. But I can’t stand a mess any more. Items in the sink? NO. I must clean the sink! Toilet paper roll just tossed around in the bathroom, not hanging? How dare he! It’s weird crap like this that I tell my boyfriend about, and he finds adorable. It’s not adorable, Lebbie. It’s nuttery. NUTTERY. And I blame my brother!

My brother isn’t only just messy. He’s a collector of crap. Things that don’t work, things that he’ll never use. We’ve had a broken minifridge in the bedroom for over two years. We have a treadmill that he’s never used, because he always goes to the gym. Why don’t I use it? Because it’s broken. But you’d think he would’ve known that, before snatching it up. Hell, we have an ancient futon folded under my bed!

Until a few days ago, that is. With help from my mom’s boyfriend, we chucked all that crap out into the huge community trash out front. And booooy, was he pissed!

What my brother doesn’t understand though, is that living with other people is a two-way street. You can’t have it all your way. You can’t be an inconsiderate jerk all the time, or it’ll eventually bite you in the butt. So, for good measure, I dropped his toothbrush in the toilet. And made sure he saw it sitting there, too.

What? He’s done it to me, before!