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Tuesday, August 15, 2006


   I live in irony.
So, mix 100+degree temperatures and a broken air conditioner, add me, and you get one sweaty, very pissed the fuck off person in a fucking sweltering apartment. And it's only seven thirty in the freaking morning. It's actually been like this since last night, but now that the sun is up, it feels like somebody lit the place on fire.

The ironic thing is that a friend of mine is staying here because her AC is broken. Apparently, as bad as it is here, her place is worse. Honestly, I can't imagine that.

Not certain if it just decided to spite me, or if for some reason it has begun working again, but it does feel a bit cooler now. Why? Am I hallucinating? That's altogether possible. Called the answering service, and somebody actually took my call at this hour. I love my apartment complex for that. Their service is really good. I just wish that my AC would work so well.

Bad thing: usually the place is freaking freezing. Right now, it's the seventh layer of Hell.

Your own toasty dog,

a/j

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