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My Epidemic

I'm smiling. That alone should scare you.


Victory is Mine!

For maybe a few months now, there has been this phantom smell that sporadically makes itself known throughout my apartment. It seems to linger for a moment or two in the kitchen then make its way toward the living room. Me, being the sloppy college student that I am, took these appropriate steps to finding the source...I do not recommend any of them except perhaps the drunken chick night:
1. Peeked in the trash can and concluded it had to be the two-week old chinese at the bottom. Took the trash out. Didn't help.
2. Sniffed at all the dishes in my sink. Decided it wasn't any of them. Left the dishes in the sink.
3. Ignored the smell.
4. Decided I had lost the battle with nemesis, Phatom Smell. Determined to live with it.
5. Couldn't eat at apartment for two weeks because of Phantom Smell's victory.
6. Sniffed dog. Not dog.
7. Had drunken Chris over for chick night, heard her complain all night that she was going to puke. Argued that it was the entire bottle of wine she had consumed. Had to finally confess that the Phantom Smell had struck again.
8. Finally went back to the trash can. Glanced under the current trash bag and found a moldy glob of something or another that seemed to be the source of the Phantom Smell's power.
9. Squirted down trashcan thereby forever killing the Phantom Smell.
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