Gee...
Ain't life just grand?
Come home from a hard day of work, only to find that I have more manual labor waiting for me when I sit down at my desk. As many people already know, I spent the wee hours of Friday night/Sat. morning tearing up the carpet in my room down in the basement because of the flood that occurred last week. Oh boy! Let me tell you, the smell in here was wonderful. There is nothing better than the sweet nectarous smell of mold in the morning. It was awful, so much so, hence the tearing up the carpet business. After I tore up the carpet, later that evening I spent the time swabbing the floor with bleach to wipe out anything that was left. Little did I know that today I would be doing the same thing when I got home from work. Except this time, it isn't the floors I am cleaning with bleach, but my fucking walls. That's right folks, I have mold growing on my walls. Like I said before, isn't life grand?
Anyway, I have to get out of here because the stale intoxicating smell of bleach is starting to hurt my eyes (I am not stupid... I am not actually typing in that room right now... I do have a laptop, but I am sick of typing to you and I need a proper excuse to take off... Wait-a-tic... That's stupid... of course I need no excuse... It's not like anyone reads this shit anyway... Who am I talking to? I quit...).
So, peace out peoples,
-sib-
Ain't life just grand?
Come home from a hard day of work, only to find that I have more manual labor waiting for me when I sit down at my desk. As many people already know, I spent the wee hours of Friday night/Sat. morning tearing up the carpet in my room down in the basement because of the flood that occurred last week. Oh boy! Let me tell you, the smell in here was wonderful. There is nothing better than the sweet nectarous smell of mold in the morning. It was awful, so much so, hence the tearing up the carpet business. After I tore up the carpet, later that evening I spent the time swabbing the floor with bleach to wipe out anything that was left. Little did I know that today I would be doing the same thing when I got home from work. Except this time, it isn't the floors I am cleaning with bleach, but my fucking walls. That's right folks, I have mold growing on my walls. Like I said before, isn't life grand?
Anyway, I have to get out of here because the stale intoxicating smell of bleach is starting to hurt my eyes (I am not stupid... I am not actually typing in that room right now... I do have a laptop, but I am sick of typing to you and I need a proper excuse to take off... Wait-a-tic... That's stupid... of course I need no excuse... It's not like anyone reads this shit anyway... Who am I talking to? I quit...).
So, peace out peoples,
-sib-
the Omnipotent... Everybody loves SuperInsignificantBoy wrote this at 3:13 PM
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Mold smells.
I pity you.
Yes it does... but bleach...
yeah...
that smells worse...
nothing like getting a buzz on bleach fumes I tell ya what...
Do you get COW glue over there? (No, its not made from cows; its just a stupid name.) Well, that is the smelliest smell I've ever smelt. When we were kids it was hilarious; everyone was always fighting over the COW glue in class...we all wanted it!
no idea...
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