Thursday, August 09, 2007

My Life Smells Like Bacon!

So, I came home from work just now to find my apartment smelling - strongly - of bacon. Now, I don't know if it means a faerie is hiding in my cupboard or I'm being haunted by the fattest ghost to ever exist, but I'm simultaneously alarmed and overjoyed.

I mean, it's bacon. I could come back to find it smelling like something terrible: mold, shit, sweaty taint. But I come back to find it smelling like one of the best foods ever. Still, though, it's kind of strange to come back and have your apartment smelling like anything other than that hobo I stow in my closet and cut pieces off of to use as bars of soap.

Does this mean I'm having a stroke?

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