Deep Cleaning of the Apartment

I just cleaned my entire old apartment using the old toilet bowl brush. Toilet, sink, kitchen, fridge, floors. Seriously, every last fucking inch.

Why? I don’t really know. I guess cause I could, really. And cause I hate Cunty. Sure, I know that it’s the person that’s going to move in after me that is going to suffer because bits of my feaces are all over the kitchen counters, but 1) they won’t know about it, and 2) I’m really "sorry." (Sorry, when written in quotes, is the equivalent of saying it with two middle fingers extended.) Anyway, it was just a private little bonus "fuck you" to Cunty, which makes me happy. And it was a dick thing to do, which also makes me happy.