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But then everyone will be able to see how I think.
They will figure out how bad I am.
Once in a while you run into a worthwhile human being.
Once in a while you're baffled by how such a quality person has managed to surround him/herself with circumstances that seem to be specifically selected to impose restrictions on the way that they actually want to live their life.
Why does this happen?
What exactly is it that these people need to learn?
Overall, I'm better than I've been in years. Today I used my big grin and twinkled my eyes and fed special food to women I love, and they raved. But new intelligence suggests I'll soon be coping with stuff I halfway-hoped I was done with. I guess it never gets too easy, does it.
I did something good yesterday. Today I refined it.
You make a milkshake, but you reduce the amount of milk and increase the ice cream, by a little more than you might think. The maple syrup will thin it a bit. Also, the brown sugar will sweeten it a lot, so use the darkest brown sugar available in order to maximize flavor because the sweetness is already there. (I would like to just go straight molasses on my next batch.) The increased ice cream also helps make the milkshake thicker once you consider how much extra blend-time is necessary to break up the chunks of brown sugar that like to accumulate at the bottom of the blending container.
I love food, and I used to have braces, so I spent the time when I couldn't chew researching the milkshakes of the region. I became a milkshake connoisseur. I never dreamed that one day I would create the best milkshake I'd ever had.
So if you have access to the regular stainless steel dealies, and you usually use 3 scoops as a measure:
4 scoops of good ice cream
enough whole milk to cover 3 scoops
1/4 cup maple syrup (or best imitation)
1/3 cup brown sugar
simple as that for the best milkshake of my life
(Possibly relevant that it's Perry's vanilla I have access to)
This is going to be such a full week. My sister is getting married, and the family-drama level is high for that; I'll be contacted by someone who it would be simpler but not at all accurate to refer to as an ex; I am working on a fresh girl I think might be good for me; I am tracking for a new job; and then mostly trivial concerns like "it would be nice to eat something right now" and "what the fuck is wrong with my rear brakes".
That's what it is.
They will figure out how bad I am.
Once in a while you run into a worthwhile human being.
Once in a while you're baffled by how such a quality person has managed to surround him/herself with circumstances that seem to be specifically selected to impose restrictions on the way that they actually want to live their life.
Why does this happen?
What exactly is it that these people need to learn?
Overall, I'm better than I've been in years. Today I used my big grin and twinkled my eyes and fed special food to women I love, and they raved. But new intelligence suggests I'll soon be coping with stuff I halfway-hoped I was done with. I guess it never gets too easy, does it.
I did something good yesterday. Today I refined it.
You make a milkshake, but you reduce the amount of milk and increase the ice cream, by a little more than you might think. The maple syrup will thin it a bit. Also, the brown sugar will sweeten it a lot, so use the darkest brown sugar available in order to maximize flavor because the sweetness is already there. (I would like to just go straight molasses on my next batch.) The increased ice cream also helps make the milkshake thicker once you consider how much extra blend-time is necessary to break up the chunks of brown sugar that like to accumulate at the bottom of the blending container.
I love food, and I used to have braces, so I spent the time when I couldn't chew researching the milkshakes of the region. I became a milkshake connoisseur. I never dreamed that one day I would create the best milkshake I'd ever had.
So if you have access to the regular stainless steel dealies, and you usually use 3 scoops as a measure:
4 scoops of good ice cream
enough whole milk to cover 3 scoops
1/4 cup maple syrup (or best imitation)
1/3 cup brown sugar
simple as that for the best milkshake of my life
(Possibly relevant that it's Perry's vanilla I have access to)
This is going to be such a full week. My sister is getting married, and the family-drama level is high for that; I'll be contacted by someone who it would be simpler but not at all accurate to refer to as an ex; I am working on a fresh girl I think might be good for me; I am tracking for a new job; and then mostly trivial concerns like "it would be nice to eat something right now" and "what the fuck is wrong with my rear brakes".
That's what it is.