This Heat Will be the Death of Me


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.

To…

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.

Love ya!

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About mylifeinheartbeats

Telea is an aspiring Musician who spends too much time aspiring to be a Writer who thinks she's a Comedian. There's not much more to know, except for everything. Telea has a tendency to not think before she speaks or acts. She enjoys chocolate, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. She wants to get to know you, so please send her your Name, Address, and SSN. Telea promises that, though she has indeed committed one count of Lewd and Lascivious behavior (to be tried under a court of law), she is a good person and will not intentionally harm you/expose herself to you/hate you for your stupid perspectives/axe-murder you. Telea believes in the greater good, Nutella, peace, free love for all, and snuggles. She chooses Bacon over you, unless you come bearing bacon. She is a fat woman trapped inside a curvy woman's body. She is not for sale unless the price tag you put on her has something to do with world peace. She will sell herself for world peace. She hopes in the deepest of her heart places that you will enjoy her blog and find reason to follow it. Telea thanks you.

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