I'm not eating inside my apartment again

So far i have violently thrown up after drinking what a was possibly very very bad milk. Milk tastes so different here so I can't tell whats good or bad. The date said 07-09-07 what i take as the 7th of september 2007 since some places say DD/MM/YY. But that would mean the milk had a live span of way over 2 weeks. So i poured it over my Life cereal and ate away. The cereal did a good job of disguising the taste, but about 15 minutes later i started puking.

Today I decided to finally use the scary stove. I can't even call it a stove. I have 2 burners on my counter. under the counter is a large tank of something that lights the burners. actually i still have to light them with a match, but first i must turn on the big blue tank. It read "Propane." The only thing i know about propane is that Hank from King of the Hill is always priding himself on how Propane is a cleaner burning than I don't know...but anway I tried using it to cook my pasta. yeah I bought pasta and Prego and olive oil. First the whole apartment smelled like gas but it went away or i got used to it. Then I ate my pasta and i kept thinking it tastes like gas...then i was feeling kind of really gross. so I came back to the Friendster cafe and I am eating a yummy club with bacon and egg on it too. here's my stove:

It has occurred to more than once that my condo is a ghetto fire trap. so i drew a plan of my escape in case of a fire. First i don't trust my electricity. there is no need for every outlet to have 235v of power and now there's the propane oh and lets not forget the gate which i will no long lock once they replace it.