confessions of a spoiled child

i barely know how to work the coffee maker, and can’t for the life of me make a good cup of coffee with it. what’s more, i NEVER clean it out, it’s always alex who does that. if this bothers him, he has never mentioned it. i am totally reliant upon my brother’s goodwill and industriousness for homemade coffee, and he always cleans up afterwards…

we fight, we disagree, we often have conflicting needs, but we love eachother. i love you, gimp. and i appreciate the coffee, i will try and help more.

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