so I was wondering what that ghastly dead-babies-rotting-inside-their-own-poopy-diapers smell was when I decided to do the dishes for the first time in maybe a week.
I started unpiling the plates and pots that were stacked up in the sink, so I could first clean out the sink. then suddenly I was hit with the most fetid stench in the world.
oh, my sweet delicious boyfriend left a piece of fucking RAW CHICKEN sitting on a plate in the wet wet sink that's been festering and getting stinkier and stinkier for a week. now I hate doing dishes in the best of circumstances, but when I can't even look at them without gagging, something's really wrong.
practically in tears trying not to vomit (if there's anything I hate more than rotting chicken, it's vomiting..) I dumped the chicken into the garbage can and ran away. I opened windows, sprayed air freshener everywhere, and rinsed off the poor rotting-chicken-covered plate and whatever else was still in the sink, then covered it all with incredible amounts of dish soap because I've convinced myself it's going to help.
I took out the garbage and I'm chewing minty gum just to get the smell out of my sinuses. it's not really helping. I feel like I need a biohazard suit. or at least a gas mask.
what a traumatizing day. I feel like I bombed a bio test, my uterusblood is gushing forth with an intensity heretofore unknown, there's rottingchickensmellypoo drifting through my apartment, and I swear just half a minute before all this happened, I was reading peacefully in the living room when SOMEBODY TRIED VERY VERY HARD TO GET IN THE FRONT DOOR, which THANK FUCK was locked. I mean because stabbings and at-gunpoint muggings within a mile of where I live are apparently NOT ENOUGH.
enh.. enh... I need a HUGGGGGG.
I started unpiling the plates and pots that were stacked up in the sink, so I could first clean out the sink. then suddenly I was hit with the most fetid stench in the world.
oh, my sweet delicious boyfriend left a piece of fucking RAW CHICKEN sitting on a plate in the wet wet sink that's been festering and getting stinkier and stinkier for a week. now I hate doing dishes in the best of circumstances, but when I can't even look at them without gagging, something's really wrong.
practically in tears trying not to vomit (if there's anything I hate more than rotting chicken, it's vomiting..) I dumped the chicken into the garbage can and ran away. I opened windows, sprayed air freshener everywhere, and rinsed off the poor rotting-chicken-covered plate and whatever else was still in the sink, then covered it all with incredible amounts of dish soap because I've convinced myself it's going to help.
I took out the garbage and I'm chewing minty gum just to get the smell out of my sinuses. it's not really helping. I feel like I need a biohazard suit. or at least a gas mask.
what a traumatizing day. I feel like I bombed a bio test, my uterusblood is gushing forth with an intensity heretofore unknown, there's rottingchickensmellypoo drifting through my apartment, and I swear just half a minute before all this happened, I was reading peacefully in the living room when SOMEBODY TRIED VERY VERY HARD TO GET IN THE FRONT DOOR, which THANK FUCK was locked. I mean because stabbings and at-gunpoint muggings within a mile of where I live are apparently NOT ENOUGH.
enh.. enh... I need a HUGGGGGG.
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One time I was doing the dishes ( After letting them pile up for awhile) And I poured this water out of a cup...
AND THERE WAS A DEAD MOUSE INSIDE OF IT!!!
The end.