Fuck you.

Im going to beat him to a bloody pulp. I am going to torture him until he is a shell of what he once was. I have already dreamt several times about killing him. They are very satisfying dreams.
The bathroom: Pee on the floor. As usual. Bottles litter the shower floor that he has knocked off the shelf somehow. Subway wrappers on the floor. Wtf? The sink is filthy. There is probably cutlery and cups in there too, its so normal I find that I don't notice anymore.

The kitchen: No bench space due to about every plate and cup and bowl being scattered on it. Food scraps and wrappers. The wok not cleaned. The cutlery draw is even a mess, just a pile of utensils been shoved in. Ants everywhere. Rubbish and boxes that are his that he leaves for someone else to get rid of, you know - to go one metre out the door and put them in the big bins. The fridge must smell and be full of mouldy food, as (there are 2 fridges) K has moved into ours because he can't stand what they have done to the other one.

There is trash all through the lounge room, bottles on the floor that we know are his, no one else here drinks ginger beer.

I am yelling. It is going to begin with "Listen to me very carefully and do not interrupt. You are an arrogant, disrespectful slob!" And end with "in this country the women are not the help, the other guys clean up after themselves without complaint and we are not here for you to leave a mess and we will clean it up, if you don't like that then you go back to your own Communist country!" He is from China you see. I am going to follow him around all day making sure he cleans top to bottom like every other person in this house has so many times - due to him mostly. We have asked and asked him. Now I am going to yell. He has broken several parts of our lease agreement, so I will also be letting him know if this behaviour continues he may well be out on his ass.