AC. IT'S ALWAYS THE AC.
Okay so, guys, since my parents hadn't checked the water cooler or whatever (idk how this stuff works) a whole sh*t ton of ice clogged everything. In Arizona. We use the ac a lot.
Anywho, downstairs it is about 85 and we had to shut the ac off. I'm actually having a hear stroke rig by now and in surprised that my typing is oly now become harder to read. Anywho that's downstairs in upstairs. I live eine the hottest room in the house and the thermometer is downstairs. It's probably 90 smth up here and it's worse because my stepfather never turns his computer off and it's some crazy b*yshiit crazy mega computer that he build himself. It' produces do much heat already and now that the ac is iff... also I'm not looeed downstairs past 10 because it's "adult time". The living room us for everyone like wtf let me just be in the kitchen at least. I made cookies and I wasn't allowed to go get them. My mom got then and brought them up. I was told to wear a tank top, but I can't. I have like 0 clean hot weather rclothes. Hell, I'm out of underclothes. I'm fucjin wearing a swim shorts. This is bs. They have the coldest rooms... fukin lucky
~In hate with the heat and literally having a stroke,
Peri~
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