This heat is killing me
It’s so hot right now and I know it’s only getting worse. I can’t afford air conditioning. I can’t afford to buy a fan. I probably can’t afford to keep the ceiling fan going. I don’t know how I’m going to survive the summer in these conditions or with so little money. I can’t think in this heat. I have finals to study for, but I just keep sweating all over the pages of my notebook. It’s disgusting.
In this heat, I can’t help but fantasize a little. I wanna be one of those fashionable college kids who study in air conditioned coffee shops, sipping on iced mochas and lattes. So delicious. But I can’t afford that. It sucks.
I wanna go on a vacation, just Raymond and I. Somewhere in the mountains, where it’s still cold. Where I can wear sweaters and boots and drink hot tea, Where I can hold hands with my love and not get that slimy feeling in my palm. It’s times like this that I miss Flagstaff. I miss those snow days where I romped a mile through falling snow just to be in the warmth of Raymond’s home and his presence. I miss it all.
But god damn it, it’s so hot. It’s 9:00 at night. Why is it still 100 degrees in here?!
