Goooood morning.
So something has to have died in our apartment. Like a mouse...or 12.
For the past few days we all could smell something slightly foul, except we could only smell it in our living room... LAST NIGHT, got up to go use our bathroom, got close to the doorway, and I thought my eyes were going to melt out of my face. The NAAAAASTIEST smell was coming from SOMEWHERE in there. Like, rancid dead body smell. It's weird, because it just all of a sudden smelled overpoweringly disgusting in there. And then, it started to smell like that in Alexx's room almost as bad, then stopped, then it stunk in the hallway, then stopped...then the living room...so on and so forth. The only place that has so far consistently stunk to the point of nearly passing out, is the bathroom. It's coming from this random cut-out we have in the floor underneath the sink..We don't know why the cut-out is there, but it always has been, so whatever. There's a pipe in there, but it's just a water pipe (says landlord) Soooo our next guess is that a mouse is under the floor, dead. Whooo knows. All I know is that it smells horrible, I have to pee, have to SHOWERRR, and pretty much can't unless I can hold my breath for 20 minutes while I'm showering. And guess who was supposed to come by this morning to check it out? Landlord. Guess who isn't here? LANDLORD. Phenominal. So there's that, and the fact that every once in a while you can randomly hear this loud, creepy, sounds-like-a-dying-animal kind of wailing noise coming from someone else's apartment. Probably the people across the hall from us. Really, everything is just going smashingly over here. Let's see, while we're at it what other miniscule little thing can I bitch and moan about... Oh yeah, I have absolutely no desire to go out on the weekends anymore, which is ironic because I always used to comment about how we had no friends and no lives, and now that we go out every weekend and do things, I don't want to do it. Couldn't tell you what's wrong with me. Basically, I don't want to be here. Maybe I'm just pissed because nothing is going well and my apartment smells like a corpse, buuuut I'd really like to be elsewhere right about now.
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For the past few days we all could smell something slightly foul, except we could only smell it in our living room... LAST NIGHT, got up to go use our bathroom, got close to the doorway, and I thought my eyes were going to melt out of my face. The NAAAAASTIEST smell was coming from SOMEWHERE in there. Like, rancid dead body smell. It's weird, because it just all of a sudden smelled overpoweringly disgusting in there. And then, it started to smell like that in Alexx's room almost as bad, then stopped, then it stunk in the hallway, then stopped...then the living room...so on and so forth. The only place that has so far consistently stunk to the point of nearly passing out, is the bathroom. It's coming from this random cut-out we have in the floor underneath the sink..We don't know why the cut-out is there, but it always has been, so whatever. There's a pipe in there, but it's just a water pipe (says landlord) Soooo our next guess is that a mouse is under the floor, dead. Whooo knows. All I know is that it smells horrible, I have to pee, have to SHOWERRR, and pretty much can't unless I can hold my breath for 20 minutes while I'm showering. And guess who was supposed to come by this morning to check it out? Landlord. Guess who isn't here? LANDLORD. Phenominal. So there's that, and the fact that every once in a while you can randomly hear this loud, creepy, sounds-like-a-dying-animal kind of wailing noise coming from someone else's apartment. Probably the people across the hall from us. Really, everything is just going smashingly over here. Let's see, while we're at it what other miniscule little thing can I bitch and moan about... Oh yeah, I have absolutely no desire to go out on the weekends anymore, which is ironic because I always used to comment about how we had no friends and no lives, and now that we go out every weekend and do things, I don't want to do it. Couldn't tell you what's wrong with me. Basically, I don't want to be here. Maybe I'm just pissed because nothing is going well and my apartment smells like a corpse, buuuut I'd really like to be elsewhere right about now.
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