Love for the object of the opposite sex is such a multifaceted and complex concept that it can be compared to the network model of the axis. At the lower, physical level, hormones and nerve impulses that control the psyche are transmitted. Channel - the level of sexual and emotional arousal, the layer between physical and psychic. A little higher is the network, the level at which the senses are turned on and working during the falling in love, and the fourth, the transport level - the level of sensations, tactile and visual contact. Session level - hugs, kisses and sex. The level of ideas - the idealization of the object of love, the image in the brain, various fetishes, all that subconscious, without which you can not live. And the upper, applied level is “I love you”, all other words, songs, poems and works of art about love, conscious incarnation.
Without the lower levels, there will be no upper levels, and without the upper levels, only a portion of that feeling will remain. Everything comes together.
(Avs and Silv)

xxx: yes, it’s cooler than marcipane on a silver plate
yyy: it remains to be seen whether marcipane tastes exactly on the silver plate...
Yyy:...and what is a marzipan.

I moved to Peter, on NG I visit my aunt in the village, I invite guests: "Come, lots of places, a new house, 26 floors, I have 17 floors..." Dad adds:"2 elevators..." Aunt:"What, with a transplant?"

And nothing surprising:
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Surprisingly this:

Correspondence M/Z (Jo - for thirty, We - far beyond forty)
M "Happy New Year! I finally found you!! How to live, family?"
J - "In divorce, the third year... The son went to school this year... It was unhappy, somehow"
M - "Yo-ho!!! So you are free now? Can I take care of you? The Yoshkin cat. I had dreamed of it since the 6th grade!and "
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The age difference is about 10 years.
In the sixth grade, he dreamed of caring for a baby?
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Thirty can be fifty or fifty. You don’t know these guys, right?

In general, according to the legend, the Pharaoh to the inventor of writing stated that for such not to be rewarded, but to be severely punished - because people, who previously developed memory by learning everything by the mouth, will now start to rely on hieroglyphs. Accordingly, and priests can become not only people with the most pumped memory, but "spargalochniki", and learning is not from mouth to mouth, but how it got... So about rocky painting is something, but morals fall and fall, and youth is dull - at least, from ancient Egypt.

xxx: Gg, I just noticed that I have all the samoths lying in a ball with the inscription "Family Recreation Club"

Post in VK: And everything was fine until someone sang "the sweet taste in your lips"!!!! to
Commentary: We too

If your parents are old fools and don’t understand anything anymore, then you’re an adult – get up and take responsibility for everyone.

I work as an administrator in the company for sending electronic tax returns. In the days after the next report sent calls the tax (N):

N: Hello to you! You sent the report, it is wrong...
I say hello! What is wrong?
N: I don’t know...

And in one such glucose sleep I get a task from some muddy beings to urgently fix bugs in the code that governs the world economy, and not the type of world PC and other collapse not beyond the mountains.
and there are 220 thousand lines, while on hashel and erlang (!!!)
At the same time, as in the real-time systems, it is constantly updated.
Fuck what you know about despair and hopelessness.
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Man, please call me! These muddy creatures seem to be recruiting a team. I was assigned to calculate (I am a system engineer) a spatial matrix. It looked like a crossword or logarithmic line, only volume, three-dimensional. I fell into a stupor when almost everything had already been counted, but I did not know where to give the remainder from the division of spaces. There is no such science yet. What to do with this?
I remind everyone who works in a dream on the'musty creatures' about the need to deliver the worked materials on time and be careful when signing contracts for work in a dream. Younger manager for work with personnel.

The real case.
In the morning, we go to work with the driver in the car. On the radio is a victory, the essence of which is that the host (B) calls the first part of the word, and the listener (C) in the live broadcast must guess the second half and then order a favorite song.
Q: So are you ready?
C: the UGU
A: The mandate...
A: The sheep
Rjach everywhere: in the studio, in the audience, in the car
After resting, the host says: we generally mean Mandarin)))
The day was made

Why are small dogs angry and trembling often?
Z: It’s out of anger, they want to kill everyone. Except for those who feed them. Yes and that...)

A rubbish pipeline burned on New Year’s Eve. All the neighbors left the festive tables and climbed up to extinguish cages with water. On this ground, we all met and made friends. The funniest thing that unanimously decided - the burning garbage pipeline smells of smoked sausage. Then a long and friendly discussion, maybe the opposite of smoked sausage smells of burning rubbish.

I have a history teacher. When we laughed and did not listen to her, she laughed with us and put us pairs in the magazine =)
yyy: you are not the most brave in the games)) did you do it so that "s" broke?))

Russia is a country where the social elevator either doesn’t work, or it’s crazy.

XXX: I will tell you about my life. I once called a girl and asked if I would repair laptops, well, I said that yes, say, I would repair. We arranged a meeting, we arrived. Here she tells.
She lives with a programmer, he went on a business trip. When he left, she went swimming with a laptop, put it on a board. She sat down, stuck, suddenly a phone call in the home. She trembled sharply, and the note fell into the bathroom. But the worst of the electricity is now beginning. It turned out to be a guy, he forgot something at home and came back. She was frightened - the note in the bathroom is swimming, and the note is a guy! As he got home, she began hiding him. This is the pipet where she hid it – on the balcony! There were -30 in the street. He left, without suspecting anything, she went to accompany him to the station, and the notebook still lies on the balcony on the frost) While she accompanied him, note the example to the floor specifically.
Upon returning home, she tried to take him off the floor. Half bad that the legs were left on the floor) She took a note in her hands and looked that it was very cold and with pieces of ice) But she is not stupid, smart too! I decided to warm him up, yes, in the real sense to warm him up in the shower! While she did things, by the smell she understood that the laptop was almost ready, can be delivered) Fuck, when I was listening to her story, I just cried to not roast wildly) It turned out a notebook from the Z series asus with a core process I7, 16 gigs of memory and with a top view) I, of course, don't know what happened to her then, but the note was ready with a crushing crust.

I work in university. The second month our department is fighting with accounting - the head of the company for some reason took on our pro-rector (the direct head of our department) and in every way submits us, and the accounting in the amount of ten mords actively helps her in this. Then the orders will force us to rework the op ten times, then the acts will lose some, and we are extreme.
30 December. Everyone is already in anticipation of the new year, the mood is unworking. It is necessary to take the last number of the student newspaper printed in the print. The headmaster says that he will not pay, because everything has already been closed (although the contract until December 31 is prescribed and the year they can simply not close), then he makes a colossal indulgence - " within an hour to take everything, sign it, bring it, otherwise from your pocket you will pay!" By an incredible miracle I manage to arrive at the appointed time with the signed papers. I enter the accounting office. There is no scene. The expression of the faces of the accountants resembles the fairy tale of Morozko: "Nastenka not only returned alive from the forest, but also on a trio and with the bridegroom and gifts, although in general she was sent to die there.
This is the triumphal end of the year - we have done accounting) Revenge for all offended by it.

>Realization and plush © 2004–2015

Strangely, that year is good if it has been updated by February, and this year - first January.

here here.
I was sick, I had flu, I had a temperature below 40.
in such states, the eye glutes and squeezes and without substances is normal, it is not possible to sleep normally.
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I am a swindler. NACS and all things.So in such a state, I dreamed that I was brewing the tape of Mobius.Oh, and I was tired then.

Poroshenko: The outgoing year was the hardest in the last seven decades, since the 45th year.

Let_it_be: Yes, the 45th was not easy for the fascists...