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[kippurbird]

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*

Comments

[sinanju.livejournal.com]

Me: (Next time) Puts banana peel in roommates's bedroom so it's his/her problem when he/she finally returns.

[kippurbird.livejournal.com]

Yes. but that would require touching it.

[elegantelbow.livejournal.com]

Don't call the Merry Maids. They're not merry and they won't clean this kind of thing.

Where's the roommate?

[kippurbird.livejournal.com]

I only discovered it was the banana peel this morning. After she had left for work for the day.

[subieko.livejournal.com]

*hugs* Hang in there...you have my complete sympathies, though. Some things cannot be touched/looked at/smelled/etc. *shudders*

[bad-sonic-fics.livejournal.com]

Me:*doesn't want to go home again*

Use a hazmat suit.

[smurasaki.livejournal.com]

Your roommate needs to learn to toss the garbage in, you know, the garbage.

But Kippur vs. The Banana Peel is rather amusing. Perhaps some Vicks Vaporub or other potent smelling ointment on the upper lip for your next round? That's what crime scene techs and morgue people use for nasty smells.

[emily-goddess.livejournal.com]

On the positive side, your write-up was lolarious.