Yesterday it felt like it was about a thousand in Boston. It was smelly, it was sticky, it sucked. But all of that ended as soon as I remembered that perched delicately in my window was a window shaker. With a few peeps it came alive and then it giggled happily in the window like jello on christmas. Next think i knew the magic started to pour out of its wonderful slats. My air-conditioner is not only bomb, it is the reason I am who I am today. Without it, i would be a sorry, sleepless sun'bitch with sweat stained bed sheets. Additionally, it's too hot to make another post.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Window Shaker: BOMB
Yesterday it felt like it was about a thousand in Boston. It was smelly, it was sticky, it sucked. But all of that ended as soon as I remembered that perched delicately in my window was a window shaker. With a few peeps it came alive and then it giggled happily in the window like jello on christmas. Next think i knew the magic started to pour out of its wonderful slats. My air-conditioner is not only bomb, it is the reason I am who I am today. Without it, i would be a sorry, sleepless sun'bitch with sweat stained bed sheets. Additionally, it's too hot to make another post.
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