gotta go shower

That was among the most disgusting experiences of my life.

I was just sitting on my floor, doing some work, when I smelled a nasty stank. I thought it might be a stink bug, because last week I found a stink bug in my room. I saw a little black beetle thing darting across my floor, and I went to catch it. It got scared and as I chased it among the mess of papers on my floor, it let off some type of spray I guess. Bleeccch blecch. I've called things stink bugs before, but I think I found the true owner of the name, cause this thing reeked of poop.

But I digress. I was talking about stinky room incident number two. Wow, that makes me feel unclean.

Anyway, I started sniffing around to see what it was, but it didn't seem to be in my room. I walked out into the hall, and there it was. A moldy, juicy, caved-in pumpkin. This pumpkin had been sitting there since Halloween. That would be in 2006 and a good 6 months ago. That is half a year in case you need help with the math.

We all knew this pumpkin was there. I would pass by it every so often, give it a tap on the side, and marvel at the fact that the pumpkin was still good and not at all moldy (or so it appeared from the outside). This begs the question: What was I waiting for? Was I planning on letting it rot in my house, right next to my bedroom?

But that's not all! The other day, someone was over and pointed out the fact that the pumpkin had finally become moldy. I saw the mold and told a roommate. I figured I would let the owner of the pumpkin handle the situation. Clearly I did not understand the gravity of the situation.

I can't believe I let it come to this. I had to pick up and throw away the squishy, oozing, slimeball of a pumpkin and bleach the tainted floor beneath it. Even bleach did not serve to stop the repulsive odor that is now wafting around the basement. Now I can't shake the creepy feeling on my skin. I am disgusting.