This probably is not a huge shock to anyone, but I do not do well in the heat. I become sweaty angry Gia. And in case you haven’t noticed or read my post from earlier this month, the entire east coast has been about 10,000 degrees.
Yes, this is becoming a problem. Especially because the ac at work is fickle, so sometimes my side of the building ends up getting super hot.
|Yes, it makes my hair frizzy and my makeup run.|
And you know what else I hate about the heat? Cars. Thank God Boyfriend got me a sun visor because this was happening every day:
Wait, you can’t tell what’s happening here? Let me explain:
|Seriously. Dark interior suuuucks.|
I’ve been blasting in the ac in my apartment to keep cool.
|No, no I do not.|
Sure, my bank account is sad, but it’s worth it.
One of the few things I do miss about my old apartment was the pool. I’ve actually been driving home on the weekends to chill at my parent’s little above ground pool. It’s the only thing that seems to work.
Wait, happier Gia:
|Everything is better with ice cream.|