A Diary Review: Moving South, 2007
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July 30, 2007:
Been sleeping outside by the pool for 3 nights now.
The monthly house payment is $1,500 and we can't even go inside.
Why did I ever come here?
August 4, 2007:
It's 105 degrees. Finally got the air-conditioner fixed today for a cost of $900.
The temperature gets down to 78 degrees,
but this freaking humidity makes the house feel like it's about 95 degrees.
I hate this stupid city.
August 8, 2007:
If another wise ass person cracks, "Hot enough for
you today?” I'm going to strangle him. Damn heat.
By the time I get to work, the radiator is boiling over, my clothes
are soaking wet, and I smell like baked cat!
August 9, 2007:
Tried to run some errands after work.
Wore shorts and sat on the black leather seats in the ol' car.
I thought my ass was on fire.
I lost two layers of flesh and all the hair on the back of my legs and ass.
Now my car smells like burnt hair, fried ass, and baked cat.
August 10, 2007:
The weather report might as well be a damn recording.
Hot and sunny. Hot and sunny. Hot and sunny.
It's been too hot to do anything for two damn months,
and the weatherman says it might really warm up next week.
Doesn't it ever rain in this damn desert? Water rationing will be next, so I might as well watch $1,700 worth of cactus
just dry up and blow into the damn pool.
Not even cactus can live in this damn heat.
August 14, 2007:
Welcome to HELL!!!
The temperature got to 105 degrees today.
Forgot to crack the window and blew the damn windshield out of the car.
The installer came to fix it and said, "Hot enough for you today?"
My wife had to spend the $1,500 house payment to bail me out of jail.
Freaking South.
What kind of a sick demented idiot would want to live here?
