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Back from Mississippi, just in time for our own weather to be swelteringly oppressive. From all the talk I've heard in the past week this trip will either be the last for several months or the beginning of a long stint in the land time forgot. I used to think the southern accent was somewhat cute I've now come to recognize that depending upon where you are the accent can be entirely different than elsewhere. In Mississippi the accent seems to fit the look, which I find entirely unattractive. Slow, dull and some what dim witted. The greater majority look like a cross between a drunk, albeit 8AM, and a downs syndrome kid. Now I will acknowledge that I am completely stereotyping right now but one that is my prerogative and two as you read you'll notice I say seemed and greater majority if you feel the above doesn't apply to you don't take umbrage, just simply decide to be in the 98th percentile.

It could too be a simple survival instinct that I do not find the boys down there attractive, but surprisingly I think I found a second family member on this last trip. Aside from the fact she is a former Marine and negating the utter lack of femininity due to the plant environment she referred to her relationship in vague generalities and third person gender neutralities. As someone who has been there I have to tell you this is a difficult thing to maneuver. Of course I wasn't about to call her out but still I think we managed to communicate.

OK I'm rambling

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