Monday, May 5, 2008

211th Post - Stinko De Mayo

My refrigerator is taunting me.

I need to clean it out. But, I am afraid to.

I don't know what is in some of the bowls in my fridge. It is not that I have forgotten what I put in them; it is that I cannot recognize them, regardless of the taxonomy I employ to identify them.

And... there is an odour. A smell. An ambience associated with my refrigerator. It is as if my fridge were in heat, and it was sending out its pherenomes across the ether in a vain attempt to attract other refrigerators so as to commingle, knock boots, procreate, to form other, baby fridges that smell bad.

I have to clean out my fridge. Right after I wash my dishes.

Soon. Very soon.


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