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I was feeling quite down the other day.
One of those days that just seemed like everyone was picking on me.
Yesterday was better. Maybe it was because I only had to work until 12:30.
The flip side of that is I'm at work now and it's 7:40 something.
The only reason why I came in at the ass crack of dawn this morning is because I hae a hair appt @ 11:30. I know, not very important but its so we can have a run-through of our hair before this God forsaken wedding.
So I've been up since, ass crack o'clock. My hair probably still smells like chlorine (no I didn't shower and I DARE you to say something), I have no makeup and my ass is burnt. You read that right, my damn ass. Not fun.
So now I get to go to the hair place covered in only God knows what from work, hair smelling like chlorine, ass burnt and get my hair done in a fancy up-do and make-up to match. How classy.
I went to the pool yesterday when I left hell, I mean work.
Keep in mind that I'm peeling from mine and princess' little escapade @ Splash Country. Did I wear sunscreen to the pool? Nope, I only burn once in the summer then it's like my body just says "fuck it". I didn't think about the fresh skin underneath the layer that I had just peeled off.
SO I go to the pool. Not for long mind you because for some reason Knoxville moved closer to the equator and no one told us.
I come in and go about my buisness. It's not till later in the night I look in the mirror to realize I've burnt. Not all over, just where I had peeled.
I look like a cow. A pink cow.
I've got spots here and there, nothing solid nothing continuous.
Great, at this rate, I'll be peeling during the wedding. That's awesome.
Its hot here. For example it's now 7:53 am and it's 88 degrees outside. We haven't had rain in I can't tell you when. It's so hot that my air has been blwoing for a week straight and my apartment still doesn't get down below 70. Actually last night it got up to 80.
I'm actually considering calling the office and asking them if I can put a window unit in. I mean damn. I've got my ac blowing, and 4, count em, 4 fans and it STILL wont cool down. What the hell is up with that?
Doesn't suprise me though. Last summer Knoxville wanted to go for the record. We had temperatures over 100 for 60 days straight. Don't get me wrong, it rained but it only rained long enough to make like a rainforest. All steamy, muggy, and nasty.
I'm not one to be hot, I get whiny, nasty, and all around bitchy. It's not cute for any who may be involved.
I vowed when I was pregnant to never complain about being to cold. I've held true to that promise. My theory is, if it's hot you can never take enough clothes off, you can always put more on if it's cold.
Just short of laying around naked in my house, I've done the best I could. It's suppossed to rain on like Tuesday. I wish to God it would. And I want it to down pour dammit. Something to cool it off. The guy who lives below me says that he doesn't turn the sc on until after 9pm. I'm sure that's part of my problem cause heat rises and all but DAMN. Turn that shit on. If my house is this hot with my air on...I can only imagine what yours feels like. Idiot.
Well, that's my rant for today in a nutshell. |
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