Crazy Cleaning Nazis

Today was move out/in/stay put if your name is Felicia day. I don't like these days. I spent hours upon hours cleaning out every inch of my apartment playing cleaning lady for two days. Really. Our apartment was cleaner than the Taj Mahal, assuming the Taj Mahal is the cleanest thing you have ever seen this side of the planet. Is the Taj Mahal on this side of the planet? Maybe I shouldn't use the Taj Mahal in my analogies. It was really really clean! You could have eaten spaghetti off the floor, but then you would have made my floors dirty and it would have, consequently, been your last meal. This lady comes in to check us off and make sure everything is spic and span. Well, what should have been a pass with flying colors was a criticism and a plea for death. When she said "You still need to..." all I heard was "I am evil, you shall never pass, kill me!" To which I very gladly wanted to, but I'm a very nice person so I smiled and then proceeded to kill two trees and create thousands of homeless squirrels  with the amount of paper towels I used cleaning. If this apartment was any cleaner it would disappear completely. Now there are weird people moving in that I don't know and that aren't as cool as my previous roommates and it's weird and I don't like it and did I mention that it's weird?