About Segregation Again
Sequestration not preferred.
I have honestly given up, by the way. Someone obviously thinks this is all the best idea ever! And now, now that I'm finally out of the way, The Grand Vision can finally proceed to its inexorable conclusion.
I still refuse to buy any cigarettes, so I guess someone will have to fake that part to make it perfect, but... with such a small detail, who really cares. It's
results that count.
No, I will not wax my chest. Number one, I happen to like the way it looks, and number two, I would have people to do that for me
anyway. Forget the notion that I will comply with that.
I understand that this is simply opening me up to taking a starring role in some never published slashfanfic that's going to result in me being described as having all my chest hairs pulled out one by one while mournful violin music plays, however I had already come to terms with that notion and been prepared to accept that outcome decades ago, so it would simply be poetic justice if that's how it turned out.
And I am glad he likes the jacket. lol
