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featherynscalePardon me while I spam your flist. I do apologize, and the reason why I apologize is that I am from the Southern U.S., where apology is beaten into you from an early age.
I try to escape the conditioning, and to a certain extent, I have, but sometimes it surfaces in odd situations. Like Star parties. So things happen like this: A lovely boy I do not know wanders by me. All over the room, people are drinking and having a good time. Many people are randomly kissing or petting people who do not belong to them. And I, I see a lovely boy I do not know, and I think to myself, "Self, I would like to pet that boy extensively, and perhaps chew on him." And I reply, "But, I don't know him! He might not want to be petted and whatnot. It might be rude!" Never mind that it's totally that kind of party. Failure to adapt to my surroundings for the probable loss. It worked out well in the end, though, since he was the boy I mentioned in the previous post who sat down in front of me and demanded to be petted. The Skewed Southern Conditioning apparently decided that was a strong enough declaration of interest.
Also, if anyone can get me the recipe for the almond-caramel thing on the press-crust, I would be willing to trade negotiated servitude. I think I could come close without a recipe, but since it was simply perfect as it was, I hate to try and fall.
I try to escape the conditioning, and to a certain extent, I have, but sometimes it surfaces in odd situations. Like Star parties. So things happen like this: A lovely boy I do not know wanders by me. All over the room, people are drinking and having a good time. Many people are randomly kissing or petting people who do not belong to them. And I, I see a lovely boy I do not know, and I think to myself, "Self, I would like to pet that boy extensively, and perhaps chew on him." And I reply, "But, I don't know him! He might not want to be petted and whatnot. It might be rude!" Never mind that it's totally that kind of party. Failure to adapt to my surroundings for the probable loss. It worked out well in the end, though, since he was the boy I mentioned in the previous post who sat down in front of me and demanded to be petted. The Skewed Southern Conditioning apparently decided that was a strong enough declaration of interest.
Also, if anyone can get me the recipe for the almond-caramel thing on the press-crust, I would be willing to trade negotiated servitude. I think I could come close without a recipe, but since it was simply perfect as it was, I hate to try and fall.
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