Bananas in Pyjamas are Coming Down the Stairs ...

Yesterday I made an effort to finally check my school email account. I'd forgotten my password, though, so I was provided with a temporary one. It was 'little.banana.' This not only made me chuckle silently to myself, but it also induced this stream of consciousness:
- Janie calls me 'Banana'
- Phil calls me 'Bananika' and sometimes 'Ani Banani'
- Krista calls me 'Ani Buffanni' -- where did she even get that?!
- I don't like the taste or consistency of bananas
- I do like banana-flavoured things
- 'du hast un kleine peil' (phonetic spelling for 'you have a little penis' in Dutch)

When I finished thinking about these things, I checked my email. I had 83 unread emails (this warrants a 'teehee' and an 'oops'). Of course I promptly deleted them all and got on with my day. And conspiracy theories ran through my head.