StarCraft: Something happened yesterday. You can say, the apophysis of my astrological practice. Writing a lady.
Salavat, help, the husband went to the mistress, the boss pressures, debts. Ready to pay any money for a quality forecast. I thought about myself, why would this "any money" not go to pay the debts, but remain silent. Ask the date and time of birth. Call the month and day. I: The year? The lady reads me a lecture on the subject "not good for a woman's age to ask", but calls. I : the time? Lady: "Well how do I know?"

Emissar_4: Waleev, well you are like the first year you are working with dudes)))

The star: WOW. I struggle about myself, but I make a map. Correction of time for Pluto. And here the picture opens up simply stunning. Long to explain, the essence: the lady is very bad on the tongue, and this is the root of all her problems. I sit, I think. In the end, I politely explain everything as it is, listen to the gossip and go to bed. Of course I did not pay.
The next morning the orders were dropped. 10 people. It turns out, our correspondence the lady laid out with her evil, full of the most edible sarcasm comments. I washed up my ears. But now I have orders from the mistress of my husband, the daughter who fled to Moscow, and - then - the head of the office from which she was washed out.

Emissar_4: It was the most awkward feeling when even the stars tell a person that he is a fucker XD