My room after landlady cut down the shady trees to spite the monkeys. Photo by Mark C. Veitch
I swear to God, it can’t be this hot. The worst is that my neck gets sweaty and I feel like a big melty meat popsicle. Aaaaah, it’s soooo hot. And that’s the best sentence I can think of. It’s hot at night too, and during the day, and it’s hot everywhere. It’s just hot all the time and I wake up in a cold hot sweat. I took a shower and I’m still hot. You don’t even notice until you’re in A/C for a while, then you step back into the heat and it’s positively moist and nasty, so humid you can feel the resistance when you walk. It makes me so sleepy, I just sleep on the floor under the fan. I think Colombo should just be evacuated this time of year cause it’s all shit. All shit I tell you. Don’t come here for another month, just stay away. Nevermind the terrorism, it’s hot like fire.
That’s all. I’m fucking hot. I’m going to try to lose consciousness for as long as possible.
I’m not coming back for a month. It’s 20 degrees here at the hottest. And there are white girls with nice firm arses.
It’s the humidity that drains the life out of you. Dude, have you tried some nice well rounded Thambily? Just two of em might do the trick!!!
White girls with nice firm arses and two well rounded thambilies that might do the trick? Excellent mental imagery to start the day.
With this boiling heat, Mr. Michael Jackson’s air-conditioned suit doesn’t seem all that crazy now does it?
I live on the 3rd floor of an apartment building and it gets really hot in the summer, especially August and there’s no AC for some wierd reason. So what I usually do is pour cold water over myself, then turn on the fan full blast. My sister Hazel says it’s bad for health to go from exteme heat to extreme cold like that, but oh well.