the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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6:47 p.m. + 2003-07-29 = sweaty tshirt.
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and yes, i know this summer has been "lucky" in terms of non-blazing-hot days, but you try walking a mile uphill in late-afternoon sun in a shirt that feigns sparse perspiration to be monsoonic.
should we blame the shirt? i don't think there's any need for that when the weather has been a perfectly good scapegoat for thousands of years.
additionally, i'm terribly dismayed at the lack of pathetic fallacy in the summer's incalescence.
also, apologies for referring the romaine lettuce as roman lettuce in yesterday's entry. i've rectified the matter as soon as i was able to do so. and punished myself by wearing flipflops upon the hike up the hill to work.
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