In 2008,
bat Resolves to ...
Eat more computers.
Lose ten languages by March. Spend less time on music.
Find a better football. Apply for a new queen. Cut down to ten simpsons a day.
Get your own New Year's Resolutions : Saturday, April 26, 2008
How Much Do Miosotis Tits Weigh
In 2008,
bat Resolves to ...
Eat more computers.
Lose ten languages by March. Spend less time on music.
Find a better football. Apply for a new queen. Cut down to ten simpsons a day.
Get your own New Year's Resolutions : 
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Cute Long Terkoiz Dresses
vivin_c @ 2008-04-23T11: 21:00
'long, is probably boring and I suspect to have already spoken (though now I'm moving in a sort of quantum foam of mind in which the categories of before and after mix in more than a milkshake). Good luck.
Well, for starters, I'm not a misogynist, a misanthrope rather have me stand on the balls all, not just women. But even this is true, the question has to do with loneliness, and requires a small flash back to where I apologize to those who already know the background: a few years ago, I found myself in crisis black because I was left alone: the bride decades was gone, taking with him friends and I did not know well which way to turn. The solitude was always stronger than my fear, and there was now finished inside, liability in this event are not important, I can safely say that it was all my fault even if it is true, the fact is that no been able to get up and react quickly. Not only that, while I was in the mood I got well shit ringed chain, in itself perhaps silly, but what if you're not already own the life of the party quickly take you down to hell.
Now, the true solitude, the absence of connective tissue of any kind, is a strange condition, unhealthy. There is nothing to post things like "yes, but so in front of the * real * problems each can count only on itself ": when you're there and you're not prepared to face it goes mad, simply. But there's a nice ending: After you crazy, you've discussed, you are done tears, if you have not committed suicide one morning you wake up and you're shiny, like after the flu. Loneliness is not left you, but begin to look with new eyes, I appreciate some aspects, are you master of yourself .
I would ask those who came here without yawning, and that maybe we were past such as his moves in the case I imagine that many are thrown to find new friends, have redone the book, unable to conceive for him a conditions other than 'being connected', and I would like to know how much they have both seen all the way what it means to be alone and said they were "well, I should be okay." I still belong to the second category, loose cannon or free batter, and I spent a lot of time and energy to learn to be comfortable alone. I think it's basically terror in paroxysmal can stand again as bad as before, but I would not swear at the end and intention to act confused, it becomes natural to behave in a way that reflects your choice of just standing on your own.
However, this is the first step toward separation, and the company tends to forgive everything except the gaps on their own. Rather, she goes his way as he has always done, you who by that time you begin a grueling game destined to keep on a thin edge on the one hand, you do not want to become just like the Unabomber that cagava autofertilizzarsi Cucumbers for the garden, do not want get a pull shot into the crowd of walking domenticale: you have some residue of morality, but simply what makes you a person becomes extremely important, and among the things that you believe to be lawful for an individual fire on the passing is not included.
other hand, the extreme individualism does not lead very far: Yes, I am able to instruct the kebabbaro behind the office I want a Coke in bottles with no onions, and when within in her den now I must not even talk, they see me, make me your order, pay and go. At the supermarket I just say "no" when they ask me "card?", Then lean the ATM and I'm leaving. But there are other occasions, one or two charitable people who still remember you if they make a meal, a customer that you have to explain what you're selling, the colleagues with whom you can not always play the part of the lonely, if you do not want find yourself the target of bullying in a job that in itself is enough to be lobotomized.
short, look for a normal life after all, what you reserve is only a greater degree of choice , often on matters TINIEST because on bigger ones still have a long way to go (send to hell the boss is not recommended if you want to continue paying the rent), for example I hardly go to lunch with colleagues, I prefer the quiet solitude of the gardens with a book or a comic book. Then see it as a form of contempt against them is up to them, or rather, it should be. But the complications begin here: your choices, all the choices that deviate from the common feeling too bland, you turn against, and maybe become "odious that never comes to lunch with the rest of us." For goodness sake, you can be one that really cares, but if you care so-so, if you're looking for basically just a little 'peace with yourself, the weather begins to get heavy, and means that you make a huge effort just to carry the game: how to poker, has relaunched with a light heart who has a huge point, who is very rich thanks to the hands before and can afford the loss, or crazy. I do not feel represented by any of the three categories, so I feel a certain weight to continue.
not enough, there is some difficulty in explaining to people connected to a system of rules what are you trying to say: first there is no common basis for dialogue nor a possible meeting of views: the positions are interpreted projected from both sides, namely "to my values and my system thought the person in front of me is saying the furious bullshit, and it is likely that you find me in the face of an idiot or a madman. "Second, be explained not end up becoming important, for our now semi-professional sociopath: no only the "you can not understand me", much to fourteen with broncin, is to deny even to themselves, however, that a choice is somehow more satisfying than wallow in the pain can also be a mistake. It becomes much more easier when people get tired and stop to give you a straight knock your balls with their own common sense, then you just have to go your way, without a rudder that is not what you yourself hold in your hand, but without references and discussion: You wanted the bike ride now.
short, it becomes unpleasant, and his antipathy envelops you like armor. Oh, it works well: there are very few things that you could touch, very few trade-offs that you must get in everyday life. But it is not just comfortable, it becomes extremely easy to get caught by the anger: why should I tolerate a behavior or a different opinion, though I feel that my not be the least considered? Not only that why you should accept the existing code of conduct if it receives not only the weight, but the illogic, the charge of hypocrisy, even instability intrinsic? It is said that what is "permissible" to think today will be in forty years, and I do not think so arrogant as to say that what you think today is just more than forty years ago.
Go back to the dilemma whether to shoot into the crowd of all those who you are or you could be a pain, but seeing as how it was said there is no need to get this, leave the game, you simply surrender to participate. That is true professionalism in sociopathy.
I wonder sometimes if there is something heroic in this. I think not, indeed: as to continue the effort increases, the feeling of being close to the limit and you begin to feel crunches in the first dam. But there is more than a suspicion that he went too far and could not go back, that life has become that form. With the death of illusions, also hopes go to the dogs in a hurry.
'long, is probably boring and I suspect to have already spoken (though now I'm moving in a sort of quantum foam of mind in which the categories of before and after mix in more than a milkshake). Good luck.
Well, for starters, I'm not a misogynist, a misanthrope rather have me stand on the balls all, not just women. But even this is true, the question has to do with loneliness, and requires a small flash back to where I apologize to those who already know the background: a few years ago, I found myself in crisis black because I was left alone: the bride decades was gone, taking with him friends and I did not know well which way to turn. The solitude was always stronger than my fear, and there was now finished inside, liability in this event are not important, I can safely say that it was all my fault even if it is true, the fact is that no been able to get up and react quickly. Not only that, while I was in the mood I got well shit ringed chain, in itself perhaps silly, but what if you're not already own the life of the party quickly take you down to hell.
Now, the true solitude, the absence of connective tissue of any kind, is a strange condition, unhealthy. There is nothing to post things like "yes, but so in front of the * real * problems each can count only on itself ": when you're there and you're not prepared to face it goes mad, simply. But there's a nice ending: After you crazy, you've discussed, you are done tears, if you have not committed suicide one morning you wake up and you're shiny, like after the flu. Loneliness is not left you, but begin to look with new eyes, I appreciate some aspects, are you master of yourself .
I would ask those who came here without yawning, and that maybe we were past such as his moves in the case I imagine that many are thrown to find new friends, have redone the book, unable to conceive for him a conditions other than 'being connected', and I would like to know how much they have both seen all the way what it means to be alone and said they were "well, I should be okay." I still belong to the second category, loose cannon or free batter, and I spent a lot of time and energy to learn to be comfortable alone. I think it's basically terror in paroxysmal can stand again as bad as before, but I would not swear at the end and intention to act confused, it becomes natural to behave in a way that reflects your choice of just standing on your own.
However, this is the first step toward separation, and the company tends to forgive everything except the gaps on their own. Rather, she goes his way as he has always done, you who by that time you begin a grueling game destined to keep on a thin edge on the one hand, you do not want to become just like the Unabomber that cagava autofertilizzarsi Cucumbers for the garden, do not want get a pull shot into the crowd of walking domenticale: you have some residue of morality, but simply what makes you a person becomes extremely important, and among the things that you believe to be lawful for an individual fire on the passing is not included.
other hand, the extreme individualism does not lead very far: Yes, I am able to instruct the kebabbaro behind the office I want a Coke in bottles with no onions, and when within in her den now I must not even talk, they see me, make me your order, pay and go. At the supermarket I just say "no" when they ask me "card?", Then lean the ATM and I'm leaving. But there are other occasions, one or two charitable people who still remember you if they make a meal, a customer that you have to explain what you're selling, the colleagues with whom you can not always play the part of the lonely, if you do not want find yourself the target of bullying in a job that in itself is enough to be lobotomized.
short, look for a normal life after all, what you reserve is only a greater degree of choice , often on matters TINIEST because on bigger ones still have a long way to go (send to hell the boss is not recommended if you want to continue paying the rent), for example I hardly go to lunch with colleagues, I prefer the quiet solitude of the gardens with a book or a comic book. Then see it as a form of contempt against them is up to them, or rather, it should be. But the complications begin here: your choices, all the choices that deviate from the common feeling too bland, you turn against, and maybe become "odious that never comes to lunch with the rest of us." For goodness sake, you can be one that really cares, but if you care so-so, if you're looking for basically just a little 'peace with yourself, the weather begins to get heavy, and means that you make a huge effort just to carry the game: how to poker, has relaunched with a light heart who has a huge point, who is very rich thanks to the hands before and can afford the loss, or crazy. I do not feel represented by any of the three categories, so I feel a certain weight to continue.
not enough, there is some difficulty in explaining to people connected to a system of rules what are you trying to say: first there is no common basis for dialogue nor a possible meeting of views: the positions are interpreted projected from both sides, namely "to my values and my system thought the person in front of me is saying the furious bullshit, and it is likely that you find me in the face of an idiot or a madman. "Second, be explained not end up becoming important, for our now semi-professional sociopath: no only the "you can not understand me", much to fourteen with broncin, is to deny even to themselves, however, that a choice is somehow more satisfying than wallow in the pain can also be a mistake. It becomes much more easier when people get tired and stop to give you a straight knock your balls with their own common sense, then you just have to go your way, without a rudder that is not what you yourself hold in your hand, but without references and discussion: You wanted the bike ride now.
short, it becomes unpleasant, and his antipathy envelops you like armor. Oh, it works well: there are very few things that you could touch, very few trade-offs that you must get in everyday life. But it is not just comfortable, it becomes extremely easy to get caught by the anger: why should I tolerate a behavior or a different opinion, though I feel that my not be the least considered? Not only that why you should accept the existing code of conduct if it receives not only the weight, but the illogic, the charge of hypocrisy, even instability intrinsic? It is said that what is "permissible" to think today will be in forty years, and I do not think so arrogant as to say that what you think today is just more than forty years ago.
Go back to the dilemma whether to shoot into the crowd of all those who you are or you could be a pain, but seeing as how it was said there is no need to get this, leave the game, you simply surrender to participate. That is true professionalism in sociopathy.
I wonder sometimes if there is something heroic in this. I think not, indeed: as to continue the effort increases, the feeling of being close to the limit and you begin to feel crunches in the first dam. But there is more than a suspicion that he went too far and could not go back, that life has become that form. With the death of illusions, also hopes go to the dogs in a hurry.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Do Brazilian Women Like Anal
yet another useless post
Another round of bullshit. Now away with
That time, my lady! (trivial comments on news stories trivial and, moreover, taken from TV):
At this point I presents a serious dilemma: Should I be serious and bring in a gigantic preamble just to think I'm soul-infused Fanfani and similar samples of all the talk for hours without saying anything, so I go down to business without wasting any more time, but you're having the Claudia Colacione Koll to Reservoir Dogs in art? What he found God, I say. I still feel sad that now a blow to so much waste that I have to imagine situations to get me on the sofa in the Bishop type: burgundy brocade back to check disk from which mischievous one leg wrapped in a sinuous stockings to 120 dinars. A little '(a lot) spoiled, but at least people are enjoying the situation this Brambilla (*) backwards!
(*) Please note that Bramble is the surname of the person who did the honorable Pivetti discover the joys of the thalamus, transforming, it is true, in a kind of schnautzer-haired, but at least it seemed alive.
But let the fly to some
Thoughts on Notebooks Gramsci :
Fear, eh? The only thing I can say about notebooks Gramsci is that I never read, quietly, so I will avoid the Pippone I had in mind, so that was the most self-referential, chopped and have seen you can imagine. However, I lost 13 kg on a diet of herbs. Want to know how?
But last night I dreamed a scene of "Boum," which however has never been shot but I knew I was seeing the same time apples. If you think it is a film 82, at the time that I was the age when you say "kiss with tongue? BUT THAT SUCKS!" maybe tonight we can understand why Penelope was played by a very young Nicole Kidman Vic and promised to become a fat nose crossed by veins and broken capillaries for abuse of pernod.
Instead of Flashdance I remember only that it was a film populated by guys with the monstrous shoulder pads and leg warmers. Ah, yes, there was also a dog. More than one, actually.
But already there is talk of me (hey, hello! Welcome to my blog!), I have to inform readers about
what disturbs my nights
apart from the cat lies down on me, of course . Ok, but then to you that you care? The unfortunate thing is that I seem to have become one of those paranoid ass armored they do not say anything about himself and no longer trust anyone, the same ones that left me very puzzled when I saw you blog in their locks as low, remove from friends when someone is allowed the lone voice and a great desire to be heard provided that they gave him all right. mah.
End of the moment of sadness, and I would say for now anyway.
Another round of bullshit. Now away with
That time, my lady! (trivial comments on news stories trivial and, moreover, taken from TV):
At this point I presents a serious dilemma: Should I be serious and bring in a gigantic preamble just to think I'm soul-infused Fanfani and similar samples of all the talk for hours without saying anything, so I go down to business without wasting any more time, but you're having the Claudia Colacione Koll to Reservoir Dogs in art? What he found God, I say. I still feel sad that now a blow to so much waste that I have to imagine situations to get me on the sofa in the Bishop type: burgundy brocade back to check disk from which mischievous one leg wrapped in a sinuous stockings to 120 dinars. A little '(a lot) spoiled, but at least people are enjoying the situation this Brambilla (*) backwards!
(*) Please note that Bramble is the surname of the person who did the honorable Pivetti discover the joys of the thalamus, transforming, it is true, in a kind of schnautzer-haired, but at least it seemed alive.
But let the fly to some
Thoughts on Notebooks Gramsci :
Fear, eh? The only thing I can say about notebooks Gramsci is that I never read, quietly, so I will avoid the Pippone I had in mind, so that was the most self-referential, chopped and have seen you can imagine. However, I lost 13 kg on a diet of herbs. Want to know how?
But last night I dreamed a scene of "Boum," which however has never been shot but I knew I was seeing the same time apples. If you think it is a film 82, at the time that I was the age when you say "kiss with tongue? BUT THAT SUCKS!" maybe tonight we can understand why Penelope was played by a very young Nicole Kidman Vic and promised to become a fat nose crossed by veins and broken capillaries for abuse of pernod.
Instead of Flashdance I remember only that it was a film populated by guys with the monstrous shoulder pads and leg warmers. Ah, yes, there was also a dog. More than one, actually.
But already there is talk of me (hey, hello! Welcome to my blog!), I have to inform readers about
what disturbs my nights
apart from the cat lies down on me, of course . Ok, but then to you that you care? The unfortunate thing is that I seem to have become one of those paranoid ass armored they do not say anything about himself and no longer trust anyone, the same ones that left me very puzzled when I saw you blog in their locks as low, remove from friends when someone is allowed the lone voice and a great desire to be heard provided that they gave him all right. mah.
End of the moment of sadness, and I would say for now anyway.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Can I Be Allergic To Pads
vivin_c @ 2008-04-09T15: 10:00
E 'in times like these, when everything ceases to exist and to hold me one thing that I find to be, in essence, a junkie. The head of a toxic
works more or less like this: there will not be enough. It 'an obsessive tendency to surround himself with things that make you feel good - regardless of the side effects that are never taken into consideration - and to which delegation basically self-confidence. Clearly the extent to which dependence becomes real is to be determined case by case basis: for me, for a certain amount of luck or a minimum of the brain, to dedicate myself to things I have avoided really dangerous: they are too lazy to learn to roll a a decent map, too fearful to inject merdaccia veins but, before that, too racist to go to buy something illegal by a person whose clothing does not have the slightest hint of good taste. Too poor to cocaine, however, that should enhance the performance and again I'm too lazy to find it necessary to do more things than you already do. In short, I have my limits, but what matters is head: I like nutella? Ready to buy a jar of 5 kg to the metro. Then rot in a corner because I do not want to flood the nutella is secondary, while I have it. Harpagon would be proud of me.
E 'with this logic that I recently discovered online poker and I are dedicated to the enthusiasm dell'assuefatto. We must say that I do not use real money, but also with the simple fun tokens emotion or frustration are real, and ultimately that's what makes the difference. Perhaps here I'm lucky, maybe it's simply easier to beat an unknown relatives with whom I play almost always at Christmas, though I have progressed well and are almost always left the table in surplus. Playing some fun things you learn, even more important. The following are some considerations marginal after a couple of weeks of dedication to the tables on Facebook.
- Poker is a brutal game, devoid of nuance. In some ways is a mirror of American society: the world is divided into winners and losers, and even if everyone is given power to go with twenty dollars and take home a thousand, if you enter a table of sharks without adequate defenses come gnawed in a few seconds to less than butt ass. The Americans themselves, however, does not seem to respect this rule so fanatical, and when you find them at the table there is a tendency to make racket, which must be their way of easing the tension of what they are doing. Interesting collaborative relationships between teenagers: aggression is lacking in the individual develops around easily when there are a couple of friends. The core typically consists of a young girl who displays a picture like myspace and two that are spotty with the bonnet shoulder. The girl bit strong, burst type shit in the chat window to appear and can be determined and confident and, above all, to distract the other players. And 'at that moment that spoke one of the two thugs, who has a strong and pounded hard. In case of loss from the bank and the third is held in the friends game. Easy
that this tactic of provocation falls somewhere insult to the opposing players, a chick could say that in the photo in my profile looked like a pedophile. I nipped in and asked who it was that dog of his hair while I slipped a full throat.
- A play with people from all over the world can be seen that recurrent behavior becomes easier to associate with the race: for example, Turkish, Lebanese and Middle Eastern opponents are not to be underestimated, they have the tendency to raise too heavy and chatting amiably with low points in turkish, saying what they have in hand a good chance to fuck the other players. Fully supported the idea of being a sexually repressed people when a girl sits at the table, which is plagued with bellows admiration, winks and add in messenger applications. However she does not move that much more, by confirming his idea that women of all whores internett songe.
Americans are based on the game in attack, and accept the losses with a certain sportiness. However the game are the bosses and I think even the inventors, so to play with them must take account of their weakest point: behind the playful facade, are extremely serious and determined, and the poker is just a variation of the fitness of high school in which those creams that'll make the loser, and therefore have little confidence with the bluff. It 'should give up when you see them suddenly raise is probably because the came something good.
Italians if they see few, and fortunately right now I would say: those that I met did not seem much, even aesthetically. I then one day I'll explain why a piece of clothing such as baseball cap is so entered by force in a nation where they play baseball the three hundred people in all.
- Poker and behavioral psychology go hand in hand. In both fields, things seem rather simple and schematic, so using the poker as a metaphor for a way to live is almost obvious. Easy to find as the next player raises to ruin, especially when it is under a lot to balance. It is not dissimilar from the mechanisms of exchange, and I think there are more people prepared me to bring out some general rule, however, is that several empirical confirmation by the parties such as Alitalia. On the other hand one thing I had to understand was not in a hurry that you have to log out when you lose, but when you win: you make a better shape and put hay in the barn, but to remain at the table you end up all lose you again.
aggression and the risk pay: Tournament at the tables and "rich" you never see people playing the other side but it's all a boost: it can be only one, so we should try to be that, or die trying.
The past does not exist: playing with relatives, one of the things that rubbed me the most was the say "I lost this hand, I have to win the next one." Instead, each hand has a life of its own and needs to be like before you do, no matter if you are above or below, no matter who you are dealing with. Even in life is not simple and obvious as it seems.
Ah, we were concerned that someone has a profile on facebook, I would not mind organizing a private table of livejournalist. Let me know if it has a sequel I take the trouble to fix it.
E 'in times like these, when everything ceases to exist and to hold me one thing that I find to be, in essence, a junkie. The head of a toxic
works more or less like this: there will not be enough. It 'an obsessive tendency to surround himself with things that make you feel good - regardless of the side effects that are never taken into consideration - and to which delegation basically self-confidence. Clearly the extent to which dependence becomes real is to be determined case by case basis: for me, for a certain amount of luck or a minimum of the brain, to dedicate myself to things I have avoided really dangerous: they are too lazy to learn to roll a a decent map, too fearful to inject merdaccia veins but, before that, too racist to go to buy something illegal by a person whose clothing does not have the slightest hint of good taste. Too poor to cocaine, however, that should enhance the performance and again I'm too lazy to find it necessary to do more things than you already do. In short, I have my limits, but what matters is head: I like nutella? Ready to buy a jar of 5 kg to the metro. Then rot in a corner because I do not want to flood the nutella is secondary, while I have it. Harpagon would be proud of me.
E 'with this logic that I recently discovered online poker and I are dedicated to the enthusiasm dell'assuefatto. We must say that I do not use real money, but also with the simple fun tokens emotion or frustration are real, and ultimately that's what makes the difference. Perhaps here I'm lucky, maybe it's simply easier to beat an unknown relatives with whom I play almost always at Christmas, though I have progressed well and are almost always left the table in surplus. Playing some fun things you learn, even more important. The following are some considerations marginal after a couple of weeks of dedication to the tables on Facebook.
- Poker is a brutal game, devoid of nuance. In some ways is a mirror of American society: the world is divided into winners and losers, and even if everyone is given power to go with twenty dollars and take home a thousand, if you enter a table of sharks without adequate defenses come gnawed in a few seconds to less than butt ass. The Americans themselves, however, does not seem to respect this rule so fanatical, and when you find them at the table there is a tendency to make racket, which must be their way of easing the tension of what they are doing. Interesting collaborative relationships between teenagers: aggression is lacking in the individual develops around easily when there are a couple of friends. The core typically consists of a young girl who displays a picture like myspace and two that are spotty with the bonnet shoulder. The girl bit strong, burst type shit in the chat window to appear and can be determined and confident and, above all, to distract the other players. And 'at that moment that spoke one of the two thugs, who has a strong and pounded hard. In case of loss from the bank and the third is held in the friends game. Easy
that this tactic of provocation falls somewhere insult to the opposing players, a chick could say that in the photo in my profile looked like a pedophile. I nipped in and asked who it was that dog of his hair while I slipped a full throat.
- A play with people from all over the world can be seen that recurrent behavior becomes easier to associate with the race: for example, Turkish, Lebanese and Middle Eastern opponents are not to be underestimated, they have the tendency to raise too heavy and chatting amiably with low points in turkish, saying what they have in hand a good chance to fuck the other players. Fully supported the idea of being a sexually repressed people when a girl sits at the table, which is plagued with bellows admiration, winks and add in messenger applications. However she does not move that much more, by confirming his idea that women of all whores internett songe.
Americans are based on the game in attack, and accept the losses with a certain sportiness. However the game are the bosses and I think even the inventors, so to play with them must take account of their weakest point: behind the playful facade, are extremely serious and determined, and the poker is just a variation of the fitness of high school in which those creams that'll make the loser, and therefore have little confidence with the bluff. It 'should give up when you see them suddenly raise is probably because the came something good.
Italians if they see few, and fortunately right now I would say: those that I met did not seem much, even aesthetically. I then one day I'll explain why a piece of clothing such as baseball cap is so entered by force in a nation where they play baseball the three hundred people in all.
- Poker and behavioral psychology go hand in hand. In both fields, things seem rather simple and schematic, so using the poker as a metaphor for a way to live is almost obvious. Easy to find as the next player raises to ruin, especially when it is under a lot to balance. It is not dissimilar from the mechanisms of exchange, and I think there are more people prepared me to bring out some general rule, however, is that several empirical confirmation by the parties such as Alitalia. On the other hand one thing I had to understand was not in a hurry that you have to log out when you lose, but when you win: you make a better shape and put hay in the barn, but to remain at the table you end up all lose you again.
aggression and the risk pay: Tournament at the tables and "rich" you never see people playing the other side but it's all a boost: it can be only one, so we should try to be that, or die trying.
The past does not exist: playing with relatives, one of the things that rubbed me the most was the say "I lost this hand, I have to win the next one." Instead, each hand has a life of its own and needs to be like before you do, no matter if you are above or below, no matter who you are dealing with. Even in life is not simple and obvious as it seems.
Ah, we were concerned that someone has a profile on facebook, I would not mind organizing a private table of livejournalist. Let me know if it has a sequel I take the trouble to fix it.
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