When you take one step from love to hatred, take that step back.

Specifics of the Aitish logic

We got a new installation and software to test it. Program with a limited number of launches. Excessive - cuts out and does not start again. Buy the full paid version. And to buy yet early, we check if this very inexpensive thing suits us. Therefore, the computer with the software dumb does not turn off at all.
And the software folders, among other things, are continuously filled with new and new, very large results files. The program is already slowing down. The whole group is looking for ways to delete unnecessary files. without a result. There is no “remove” button. There is “processing.” There was no “removing.” There are "save", "save as", there are all sorts of others, but one and close to "delete". Standard key combinations do not work at all.
Finally, our patience ends and we contact the developers by phone. A tired or slightly sleepy man hears the claims, and with a slight irritation, slowly, like children, begins to explain. In the voice there is a disappointment in stupid, not understanding elementary, customers.
Open the “Results” folder. Opened up? Choose a file to delete. have chosen? “Click” on him. Separated by? Now press the “Save” button. Stumbled on? The program opens a window asking you “Save: Yes or No?” You choose “No.”

One girl went to Hermitage, saw pictures of naked women and then became a prostitute.

I don't know if I ride with a sexually mature child like this, but my mother taught me once and for all to drag money out of the house.. I remember I was 12 years old and I made friends with one guy, he was an orphan, lived with an adult sister who used drugs and this is how we walked with him and how this conversation came I don't remember, but I said that at home on the refrigerator is 500 rubles, he convinced me to steal them, what I saved and did, the legend for parents was this: I was met by the elderly on the street and under the threat of execution, forced to bring them 500 rubles. Mother in the evening naturally understood everything, but the sight did not give, said what called the police and really called, the staff came, she spoke to them and they told me to sit down and write a description of "the robbers", I do not remember at what moment, but I broke and told everything to my mom and the police and there happened the unexpected, the staff put on me real bracelets, mother began to tell them the type do not put him in jail, he is small yet, but they were relentless and put me in the patrol UAZik, in this cono for 2 seats, clogged the door. I sat down and imagined that I would be sitting in jail now and crying quietly. The police officer who was talking with my mother apparently sat in the car, because the door was blown and we went, we rode around the house and went to the entrance, but in the sensations, the time lasted for an eternity and we were driving for not less than an hour... In general, when the police officer opened the door and I saw my mother at the entrance, I was just upset, apologized to my mother and why then to the police, since "as my grandmother whispered," no penny from the house has ever disappeared and now there is no other thought to take. This is a small story...

My sister told me yesterday that I would never get rich. Because I: ate a child’s bitten coatlet; made great shorts from short jeans; I drove to the mouth of Moscow for some terrible warehouses on an internet order, because they have a delivery of 550 rubles.

My sister said that I have the psychology of a poor man, that subconsciously I enjoy such a life. And that Big Money loves those who really want them, not those who are accustomed to doing without them.

If you have three hundred thousand for a vacation, will you fly in business class?

No why? I’m better for that money.

and VOOT. To become a millionaire, you need to feel like a millionaire. Within the inside.

Do you feel?

“Not very much yet,” said the sister. - Only I will go to live wider: throw out the socks, take a taxi to the bakery, so as soon as intentionally - then my husband will be placed in quarantine, then the car broke. A magical circle!