Good morrow, fellow residents of Earth. It is Wednesday, if I am not mistaken, and I am sitting on my Gramma’s lawn at 6 in the morning because her apartment happens to be hotter than the hellfires of Satan’s cookouts. Now, I’m not complaining. I had somewhere safe to sleep, so that’s one of those things that you kinda let go, even if you wake up so drenched in sweat that people assume you just took a swim.
Yesterday was a rather decent day. After waking up at Wes’s house, we sat and watched the Nick channel (aka the reason children grow up stupid channel) for around four hours. Because that is what bosses do. I then procured a ride from a friend of my brother’s, and got over here, to where I am now.
Which is an apartment twice as hot as a very solidly spicy jalepeno.
I got to take a nap, take a shower, and then spend an hour and a half chilling with middle-aged men and eating grilled meats. That was the fun part, and seeing as how I hadn’t eaten all day, it was also the fulfilling part.
Why had I not eaten all day? Because all of my precious food is in a cooler five miles away, and I have no way of getting to it in order to consume it. It just so happens to be a mini horror story.
In other news, when I called about my debit card (which was in my wallet), we discovered that someone had charged my account twice. Yessir, someone else has my wallet, which contains two expired ID’s, a debit card, a current ID, and two library cards. Awesome, right?
So, the story has now changed from:
Telea moved into the cities with a place to stay, plenty of food, and some extra money.
Telea is couch hopping, and has no food or money.
These are indeed exciting times. The fact is that though I thought myself to be well-prepared and awesome, I may have chosen to be ignorant of risks and dangers that go with a 17 year old female moving into someone’s back yard.
The moral? Don’t try this at home.
I have now cooled down enough that you could only cook two eggs on me, rather than four dozen infidels. Shit happens, I’m getting over it.
I shall let you get back to your own lives, rather than giving you every opportunity to live vicariously through mine.