| By 92 Degrees of Perfect (Revisited) Submitted by chris Date: 2006 May 13 Comment on this Work [[2006.05.13.21.58.20228]] |
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Today, at the height of the heat, I walk up to the foothills in the 92 degrees of near-perfect to check in on the prickly pear and sand sage and help along the inevitable skin cancer. Upon getting back I read the next expected "Sorry but it's not gonna work" email. Gotta love the Internet - new and improved ways to be a jerk, better techniques for being a bitch, newer better faster ways to break up which cost even less than a drink. I briefly considered replying with the reliable "I was two-timing you anyway" (true in this case) but thought better of it because there's enough hurt out there without adding any. So instead I go outside in the sublime late- afternoon air and take a picture of the exquisite desert millipede on the wall before killing it with the bug spray. |