Wow.
So... Kris and I get home tonight from work, both @ 6. We're really excited because Fabrice is finally gone and we can move all of Kris' stuff into his room. So, I go and open the door, and the first thing I notice is all of the shit on the floor. Now last night, Fabrice said "I am going to vacuum before I leave." Right. So, ok, we start looking around, talking about how we're going to move the furniture, etc. I open the top drawer of the dresser. Two notebooks from school with papers in it and a towel, lord only knows what it was used for. Okay, fine. Kris starts de-shitting the room (ie, vacuuming, Lysol, etc) and I venture into the bathroom. Now. On the counter alone: shaving cream, soap, hair ties. Because Fabrice has hair? Oh wait no, that's from his gf who was living with us ALL SEMESTER. My bad. Okay, so let's continue. I open the drawer. Qtips, razors and some random trash. Open the cabinet below the sink. Empty box of tampons (relates back to the nasty mooching girlfriends who use other people's electricity), toilet paper and more trash. So okay, whatever. Now, I open the shower curtain (which was left also) and find shampoo, conditioner, face soap... and here's the real clencher... used soap... WITH HAIR ON IT. Yea. Do you need a vomit bag just reading about it? Imagine my reaction. So after pretty much pouring bleach all over the place, the bathroom was clean. And I moved on to the kitchen. Now, I knew I was going to have to clean after Fabrice left because, well... it's Fabrice and he doesn't give a shit about anyone else but himself, so god forbid he clean up his shit. I start putting stuff away on the counter, which includes tupperware, some infamous green Samantha plastic mug that's so fucking annoying, tape, water bottles, lighters, etc. So I get all that together, and I look in his cabinet below the sink. Almost empty bags of chips, a Publix sub bag (lord I hope there actually wasn't a Publix sub in there, I just threw that shit away!) and miscellaneous other open bags of food. So I was like well shit, he probably didn't get all of his stuff out of the refrigerator. I open it up... umm yea. So there's some left over Chinese food, old Organic milk that expired on April 19th, green beans that were put into a tupperware but without the top covering it, not one - but TWO open and empty Coke cans, half eaten cup-of-noodles with foil on top, old carrots that turned brown, cookie dough that I think actually had mold on it, and a couple other things. So yea, I spent more time cleaning up after Fabrice than I did helping Kris move his stuff into the room.
So, I'll give you ONE guess as to what I did with all of his stuff that he so graciously left for us. Yea, that's right, it's in the trash! :D Oh and don't worry, not the trash bag that he left outside the door and didn't take to the dumpster. No, the supersize trashbags they give you when you are cleaning out your dorm room. Those huge 1 ton bags. Yea. That, plus a few other trash bags full of shit. And quite frankly, I really don't care if he left it accidently. He can come up here and rummage through the fucking trash for all I care.
And to think, he actually had the audacity to tell me that I have no right to tell him that he doesn't clean!!!!!!!!!!!! How funny is that?!?! Yea, he told me that "statistically" he cleans more than me. Can you actually believe that? Someone cleaning this apartment more than me?!?!?! And Fabrice cleaning at all!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA. Yea, that part is hilarious.
And you know what, I wish him luck. Good luck to him being a manipulative, self-centered, ignorant, inconsiderate, selfish, cold hearted, anger driven, weasel. Good luck to him sitting on his ass in his parents house playing games and feeling like he's accomplished something by graduating. Quite frankly, he's done nothing with himself and I honestly can't imagine him ever doing anything So good luck. What keeps me going about the whole situation, is knowing that in the future, he's going to get what he deserves. He always finds a way to fuck people over, and I hope he gets it in the ass one day, big time!
So, I'll give you ONE guess as to what I did with all of his stuff that he so graciously left for us. Yea, that's right, it's in the trash! :D Oh and don't worry, not the trash bag that he left outside the door and didn't take to the dumpster. No, the supersize trashbags they give you when you are cleaning out your dorm room. Those huge 1 ton bags. Yea. That, plus a few other trash bags full of shit. And quite frankly, I really don't care if he left it accidently. He can come up here and rummage through the fucking trash for all I care.
And to think, he actually had the audacity to tell me that I have no right to tell him that he doesn't clean!!!!!!!!!!!! How funny is that?!?! Yea, he told me that "statistically" he cleans more than me. Can you actually believe that? Someone cleaning this apartment more than me?!?!?! And Fabrice cleaning at all!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA. Yea, that part is hilarious.
And you know what, I wish him luck. Good luck to him being a manipulative, self-centered, ignorant, inconsiderate, selfish, cold hearted, anger driven, weasel. Good luck to him sitting on his ass in his parents house playing games and feeling like he's accomplished something by graduating. Quite frankly, he's done nothing with himself and I honestly can't imagine him ever doing anything So good luck. What keeps me going about the whole situation, is knowing that in the future, he's going to get what he deserves. He always finds a way to fuck people over, and I hope he gets it in the ass one day, big time!