tap…tap.. tap.. testing one two and three… mic check…

The fuckass weather’s been getting to me.

Seriously. fucking seriously. gimme a fucking break.

PLEASE GOD, if you reading this, send some wind, any wind, my way.

Even my fart can seriously cause a breach in the stillness of the air right now. It’s so not funny. Fuck, man. I wish i could put it all in a more less vulgar way but i can’t.

The aircon has decided to go on strike. Here’s the deal. I hit the “Operate now” or usually known as the “ON” button. It starts to spurt and vibrates and lets out what sounds like a cross between a wimpy wet fart and a sneeze, and it shakes to life. Then it starts to blow out air. HOT AIR. I suspect it thinks it’s actually a water heater. IMO, L2aircon.

The aircon’s blades of plastic thingy whatchamacallit (I, for the life of me, don’t know a better word to use for it) start to rotate slowly, wait make that fucking slowly, to where i am situated, i.e. below the vent itself. Heres the funny deal, it starts to blow out cool air. Yeap folks you heard me right. It’s like a cock tease. Like a really hawt porn movie streaming on youtube that decides to stop streaming when the best scene is about to happen.

It stops blowing out air altogether. Then a while later it just repeats to warm air circulation duty.

FUCK ME.

So i hit the “Turbo” button (well not really a turbo button, but a button that forces the aircon to cool the room down with all its might and vigor). Take that bitch, i muttered under my breath.

So it starts to retort and retaliate and kicking and bitching to life again. This time it blew out obscenely cool air that made me smile. Triumphantly jabbing my hands in the air. Cries of “Fuck yea” and “OMFG” and “Who’s your daddy?!!” broke the stillness of the night.

Then it happened.

The aircon went very still. NO air. NO sound. RED Blinking Light. followed by a strange faint beeping noise.

I killed it.

I went too far, I sent the poor ‘lil fucker over the edge. I stare at it. Nothing worked.

Nice work, fucktard. You successfully killed an inanimate object.

My new best friend is a fan.

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