god. fucking. dammit. I'm pretty hungry and pissed
so I was cooking some pork strips on a pan, on a stovetop, cool stuff. of course that needs condiments, so I put some water in a kettle, and turned on another stovetop. alas, it was not meant to be. accidentally, I turned on THE WRONG FUCKING STOVETOP, where a plastic scoop was situated. I went about my business normally, just casually cleaning the bathroom when suddenly I hear the fire alarm, immediately I rushed out and as I opened the door, I was greeted by a huge cloud of smoke. the kitchen was on fire! fuck! as quickly as I could I assessed the situation, opened every window and threw every fucking thing on the stovetop to the sink, turned the stove off and super hastily cleaned the still-burning residue.
augh. yeah, then I opened the door to the stairway and created a cross-draught by opening the ventilation balcony's door. while I was sitting there and waiting for the smoke to fuck off, a cute neighbor passed by and we had a little chat about my little accident and laughed it off. I inhaled quite a lot of the plastic fumes and smoke, so my throat feels fucked. PERKELE
cool that I didn't die
dramatic depiction of the event's aftermath