Lets just say it has been a hot one.
Being on the top floor of your building in Bushwick, on a student/ unemployed budget, you don’t use the AirCon that much, simply because you can’t afford it. But sometimes, sometimes, when the apartment is 84 degrees Fahrenheit, you say; fuck this. I haven’t had a good night sleep in who knows how long. I put the Air Conditioner in my room on 61F; damn, a cold breeze never felt so good. My body is sticky, I am seconds away from going all “Britney 2007” and shaving off my long ass hair, but sanity kicks in with the cool air now hitting my face. I love my hair and I do not have the head shape for a buzz cut. I heard that when I was trying on wigs on Knickerbocker avenue and I had my wig cap on, the lady at the store told me I had a tiny head, “Don’t ever skin your head, girl” then she was laughing. I looked in the mirror and laughed along with her. Gee, I have a really small skull. Don’t try to call me stupid now, okay. 2004 called and wanted their jokes back. Hahah, I love that line.
Anyways, its hot AF, the cool breeze takes me quickly to dreamland. SHIT! I wake up a couple hours later being cold. What a distant feeling. I fell asleep with the airCon on, shit fuck, tits! My conscience is gonna haunt me, I, nor my roomies, can afford mistakes like that. I turn the AC off, fall asleep, wake up after an hour being sticky again. Damn. I love this city, though, I really do.. A few weeks goes by, the ConEd bill plings on my computer, SHEIZE! Double what it usually is and then some. Daamn. We manage to pay it. Next month we are super cautious on how much we use the electricity and what not. So we think. ConEd bill plings again, What. The. Fudge. Over three times as much as we usually get. I hit the Dollar Tree and buy three 5-packs of chicken flavored noodles, Top Ramen it is then.
That is all for now. Just testing this a little.