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My weekend went something like this:

Friday:
Roommate: *eats banana. Leaves skin on counter for some reason.*
me: *sees banana peel. goes Ew. doesn't touch it because bananas make me sick.*
weather: *creeps up really, really, really, really hot.
Apartment: *bakes*
Banana peel: *bakes and rots*

Saturday:

me: huh. it smells kinda funny. *goes back to doing stuff*
weather: *creeps up really, really, really, really hot.
Apartment: *bakes*
Banana peel: *bakes and rots*
Roommate: *is not there*
Me: hm... stinky. *lights scented candle in kitchen*
Apartment: *bakes*
Banana peel: *bakes and rots*

Sunday:

me: huh. now it really smells kinda funny. *goes back to doing stuff*
weather: *creeps up really, really, really, really hot.
Apartment: *bakes*
Banana peel: *bakes and rots*
Roommate: *is still not there*
Me: hm... stinky. *lights scented candle in kitchen again*
Apartment: *bakes*
Banana peel: *bakes and rots*
me: *avoids stinky kitchen*

Monday:

me:*gets up for work, thinking about WALL-E for some reason.*
cat:*leaves hairball for present*
me:*discovers hairball by stepping on it*
cat: ^^
me:*stumbles around cleaning and getting ready for the day.*
Banana peel: *has baked and rotted all weekend*
me:*goes towards the kitchen. manages to get into dinning area before being completely and utterly overwhelmed by smell.*
Banana peel:*lies their, innocently*
me:*tries not to throw up*
Banana peel:*smells Really Really bad.*
Me:*fails. Makes friends with the toilet bowl.*
Cat: =0+o= *wtf?!*
Me:*barely manages to get out of apartment without doing that again*
Me:*calls mom* There's a banana peel in the kitchen and it's rotted so bad, I threw up.
Mom:Can you throw it away?
Me: ......
Me: They make me throw up in general. This one is highly rotted. I can't get near it.
Mom: What if you hold your nose?
Me: That's not going to work.
Mom: Are you sure?
Me: Yes. I tried that.
Mom: So, you couldn't hold your nose and throw it away?
Me: No. I'm not going anywhere near it.
Mom: So you're not going to do anything about it?
Me: I can't.
Mom: Don't you have to go to work?
Me: .......... yes.
Mom: Then you should probably deal with it when you get back.
Me: -_-;
Me:*goes to work*
weather: *creeps up really, really, really, really hot.
Apartment: *bakes*
Banana peel: *bakes and rots*
Me:*doesn't want to go home again*

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Thoughts on Dr.Who Left turn? Turn left? Eh..


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