LA has this really lovely thing where instead of getting cooler in September, it gets balls hot. While all of my other friends around the country are preparing for sweater weather, I am spending most of my time in my apartment naked with a box fan a foot away from me, praying that I don’t die from heatstroke.
Luckily for me, the office I work in DOES have air conditioning, unlike my apartment. I still dress for the 95 degrees that will be peeling off the pavement and melting off my face when I am picking up lunch. Here I am in all my IDGAF glory. Attila is at the White Sands International Film Fest, so I had to rely on phone selfies. You’re welcome.