Geez Louise.

I came home to an ear-splitting fire alarm in our hallway. My quite undomestic roomate tried to "deep-fry" breaded pork loins in our crappy Ikea pots, and ended up setting the oil on fire. Like, there was actual FIRE, like flames flying out. The firetruck was just leaving as I got home. Fortunately, my roomate and the apartment are okay. Not okay: our pots, the freaking AIR in our apartment, the bathroom tile which got burned through? (I don't even want to know what happened.)

Yep. Dumpsta's Paradise just got demoted to Dumpsta's Inferno.