Debris
FA:
I left my boyfriend for several reasons after a fairly long and important relationship. Now the piece of shit back rivorrebbe the latest gifts that I did, including a ring which I admit I really like and I think has a discrete value, but that's not the point, the fact is that they gave me and the cocks that I give them to him.
if the objects have a value, not only commercial but also emotional, this is even more true for gifts, that have an invisible imprint of the hand that has given them to us.
this is not always pleasant: as I said a few weeks ago, some practical and sentimental revisionism tends to refuse to back everything that belonged to a closed history by destroying letters and photographs, throwing thoughts and gifts (but for some reason gifts more body almost takes them almost ), ultimately trying to erase the presence of the ex-partner from their lives. I said that to me this is terrible and self-defeating, but it is worth repeating.
the other side of the coin are those who, in some way by applying a variant of revisionism, believe that the gifts are an investment in the long term if the company fails, they believe they are entitled to a refund. or, even more petty, more or less explicitly accuse the former of having accepted the gifts with hands forked, already knowing that tomorrow you would be left.
ago dear, I am totally opposed to all this. gifts should be made (as well as received) with pure and selfless spirit, without asking anything in return except the use temporary sexual organs of others. claim restitution of objects of real or sentimental value is a bad thing and despicable, and it is unfortunate that a person - you say the same - it was important machine. politely refuses, saying that you care and that you are important memories in spite of all that has happened since, and Express to, if you believe, your anti-revisionist manifesto (and do not fall for it yourself!). She writes
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
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Couscous meat
UA:
help me find the pornodipendenza trivial relationship where no intervening dwarf lesbian bdsm practice footfucking while solving the sudoku.
believes in me there is something wrong? Should I say to my fellow bed, which incidentally is My Aunt Louise, that we must stop with the extreme practices such as the swallows return to the cacti and in love simplicity?
is a trite but very true fact that the tsunami of pornographic material available online has changed people's sexuality. at least of those who access the network, of course. Until a few years ago the phenomenon was limited to static images, or videos were still lowest quality, so it was necessary to meet with the fantasy (which despite appearances rhymes with "sex").
the contrary, the sheer number and variety of oddities to be found nowadays are a boon to frustrated and repressed. unable to add sex to their imagination, try to spice with strong spices, forgetting that only a plate of flavors but lacking in substance not satiate their appetite.
therefore, dear u make an effort to identify where you are lacking in your relationship with Aunt Louise. maybe your size? maybe a tie too tight (remember that we are illegally)? maybe just a worn-out report (well with cacti, we believe that it wears out)?
rather than invent a thousand variations on the same recipe, you can always change course. She writes
UA:
help me find the pornodipendenza trivial relationship where no intervening dwarf lesbian bdsm practice footfucking while solving the sudoku.
believes in me there is something wrong? Should I say to my fellow bed, which incidentally is My Aunt Louise, that we must stop with the extreme practices such as the swallows return to the cacti and in love simplicity?
is a trite but very true fact that the tsunami of pornographic material available online has changed people's sexuality. at least of those who access the network, of course. Until a few years ago the phenomenon was limited to static images, or videos were still lowest quality, so it was necessary to meet with the fantasy (which despite appearances rhymes with "sex").
the contrary, the sheer number and variety of oddities to be found nowadays are a boon to frustrated and repressed. unable to add sex to their imagination, try to spice with strong spices, forgetting that only a plate of flavors but lacking in substance not satiate their appetite.
therefore, dear u make an effort to identify where you are lacking in your relationship with Aunt Louise. maybe your size? maybe a tie too tight (remember that we are illegally)? maybe just a worn-out report (well with cacti, we believe that it wears out)?
rather than invent a thousand variations on the same recipe, you can always change course. She writes
Friday, February 16, 2007
Charley Horse In Throat
Jealousy me away
EI: Dear Dr.
.,
I am writing to my problem rather pressing. They are insanely jealous of my him, sometimes coming to mind these subplots to make me think that even a woman who wants to rape the hits. I live my reactions to these mentally unstable in the silence, harboring a fierce hatred against any woman who steals Financo the air at 5 meters. All this causes me emotional disorders leading me to buy several benches, origami or damage to persons for the sake of it (with the aid of scissors from the rounded tip).
What can I do to become a normal person? Could you got to do that I had been abducted by aliens?
yours, but in Christ, EI
jealousy is a feeling inherent in man (and woman), at least when they have established for some absurd reason that life two was preferable to random copulations wild in the undergrowth. I believe that the check result of screaming little monsters have contributed to this evolution.
woman is jealous because he fears that man, the only source of livelihood for her and her puppies, if they go somewhere else menarle female in the club head or somewhere else. the man is jealous because he is to bring sustenance to her children, and found his wife's fidelity is the only guarantee not to throw away resources growing faithless bastard offspring of matings. (Among other things, it seems that dinosaurs are extinct because they were engaged in a large multiethnic orgies with no one to procure more food. Then sometimes a t-rex is more than the other tapestries and began to smangiucchiare around the heads of Compagnucci without those, however, broke off in copula).
-day, in due proportion, the situation is the same: Sure, man is no longer the only source of income, the woman is no longer the only, hopefully, to look after children and hearth. vaglielo but to explain the genome!
however, and dear, the fact that you insist on defending the desires of other women that even a bolso pithecanthropus viveuse as a Maria De Filippi would reject with disdain is not only due to this, but to your own insecurity, probably dating to the late adolescence, deprived of innocent games with your peers to be thrown into the cauldron of demonic brute in question *, you feel grown / raised and not fear the comparison with the other women, compared to what you feel from time to time too young, too low, too flat, too gay, too witty. must realize that the only person to be jealous of is you: the other women even consider it, in fact - as you say the same - the bump on the road because they realize that even exists.
be careful also: Jealousy is the sister of asphyxiation, and if - as taught by the "filthy" by i.welsh - in small doses can be a blast, in excess leads to death. I suggest therefore detach as much as possible the question relate to your relationship with more detached eye and doing casual sex with young talkative and a bit 'vain known on the internet.
* and is a young man of 22 years and 6 years with a man is much, much more maturola jealousy is a feeling inherent in man (and woman), at least when they have established for some absurd reason that the life together was preferable to random copulations in the wild undergrowth. I believe that the check result of screaming little monsters have contributed to this evolution.
PT
EI: Dear Dr.
.,
I am writing to my problem rather pressing. They are insanely jealous of my him, sometimes coming to mind these subplots to make me think that even a woman who wants to rape the hits. I live my reactions to these mentally unstable in the silence, harboring a fierce hatred against any woman who steals Financo the air at 5 meters. All this causes me emotional disorders leading me to buy several benches, origami or damage to persons for the sake of it (with the aid of scissors from the rounded tip).
What can I do to become a normal person? Could you got to do that I had been abducted by aliens?
yours, but in Christ, EI
jealousy is a feeling inherent in man (and woman), at least when they have established for some absurd reason that life two was preferable to random copulations wild in the undergrowth. I believe that the check result of screaming little monsters have contributed to this evolution.
woman is jealous because he fears that man, the only source of livelihood for her and her puppies, if they go somewhere else menarle female in the club head or somewhere else. the man is jealous because he is to bring sustenance to her children, and found his wife's fidelity is the only guarantee not to throw away resources growing faithless bastard offspring of matings. (Among other things, it seems that dinosaurs are extinct because they were engaged in a large multiethnic orgies with no one to procure more food. Then sometimes a t-rex is more than the other tapestries and began to smangiucchiare around the heads of Compagnucci without those, however, broke off in copula).
-day, in due proportion, the situation is the same: Sure, man is no longer the only source of income, the woman is no longer the only, hopefully, to look after children and hearth. vaglielo but to explain the genome!
however, and dear, the fact that you insist on defending the desires of other women that even a bolso pithecanthropus viveuse as a Maria De Filippi would reject with disdain is not only due to this, but to your own insecurity, probably dating to the late adolescence, deprived of innocent games with your peers to be thrown into the cauldron of demonic brute in question *, you feel grown / raised and not fear the comparison with the other women, compared to what you feel from time to time too young, too low, too flat, too gay, too witty. must realize that the only person to be jealous of is you: the other women even consider it, in fact - as you say the same - the bump on the road because they realize that even exists.
be careful also: Jealousy is the sister of asphyxiation, and if - as taught by the "filthy" by i.welsh - in small doses can be a blast, in excess leads to death. I suggest therefore detach as much as possible the question relate to your relationship with more detached eye and doing casual sex with young talkative and a bit 'vain known on the internet.
* and is a young man of 22 years and 6 years with a man is much, much more maturola jealousy is a feeling inherent in man (and woman), at least when they have established for some absurd reason that the life together was preferable to random copulations in the wild undergrowth. I believe that the check result of screaming little monsters have contributed to this evolution.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
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sentimental revisionism
She writes: With my
exragazza now we have left well, by mutual agreement (let's just say we had become friends more than lovers and leave out everything else). Sure, I'll see less than before and certainly there is some embarrassment, but from my point of view, everything was fine. Yet it is a bit 'of time that is hateful towards me, and I reproached gestures or conduct on which I had never had anything to say. Or put them in connection with the fact that we broke up, like "that time you told me so and so was because you knew that we would leave," and I make a tremendous effort to explain that no, I was in good faith and so on. But we suffer from a casino.
She writes: With my
exragazza now we have left well, by mutual agreement (let's just say we had become friends more than lovers and leave out everything else). Sure, I'll see less than before and certainly there is some embarrassment, but from my point of view, everything was fine. Yet it is a bit 'of time that is hateful towards me, and I reproached gestures or conduct on which I had never had anything to say. Or put them in connection with the fact that we broke up, like "that time you told me so and so was because you knew that we would leave," and I make a tremendous effort to explain that no, I was in good faith and so on. But we suffer from a casino.
many people, male and female, when a story ends an analysis of the report, review by scrolling to practice and ending an operation called a revision sentimental.
when we leave, we are imbued with a sense of failure and emptiness (although in many cases dominated by the relief). must try to overcome that feeling, understanding why things went wrong and try to learn some vague lesson for the future. Unfortunately, for many it is easier to shear self-analysis in the bud and tie all the blame ex-partner, thereby protecting its image than themselves.
this tic memory itself is not harmless, leading to short-circuit when they emerge the best memories, that perfect weekend, dinner by candlelight, a gift well chosen, because they do not fit with the revisionism that has been prepared. did thirty, thirty-one is too easy to do: the former becomes a monster of wickedness, false and deceptive, even in those moments seemingly idyllic, who drew his sinister ulterior motives in mind the outright deception of the auditor.
when you find yourself in the show, unfortunately it is difficult to remedy and to change its mind to another. can be groped, even if you spoke to him, to overwhelm him with a string of beautiful memories, so that revisionism is not able to keep pace. but it is not guaranteed to work.
personally, I prefer to think that he was always with the right people. right at that moment, in those months, in those years, even if maybe the story is over. is a way to give the right value to people, the time is spent with them, the energies that have been invested. I find it sad, however, due to the common denominator in each report for its failure. yes, it is also a choice of selfishness, because remember its romantic past as a sequence of only negative experiences?
this tic memory itself is not harmless, leading to short-circuit when they emerge the best memories, that perfect weekend, dinner by candlelight, a gift well chosen, because they do not fit with the revisionism that has been prepared. did thirty, thirty-one is too easy to do: the former becomes a monster of wickedness, false and deceptive, even in those moments seemingly idyllic, who drew his sinister ulterior motives in mind the outright deception of the auditor.
when you find yourself in the show, unfortunately it is difficult to remedy and to change its mind to another. can be groped, even if you spoke to him, to overwhelm him with a string of beautiful memories, so that revisionism is not able to keep pace. but it is not guaranteed to work.
personally, I prefer to think that he was always with the right people. right at that moment, in those months, in those years, even if maybe the story is over. is a way to give the right value to people, the time is spent with them, the energies that have been invested. I find it sad, however, due to the common denominator in each report for its failure. yes, it is also a choice of selfishness, because remember its romantic past as a sequence of only negative experiences?
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Pursuit Remote Car Starter Battery
Betraying The involvement of the partner
I wrote ZB:
Now that I'm happily engaged, women continue to compete to jump into bed, however, clashing with a wall of indifference and my violent intentions of Madame B. As some of them are not properly defined as "repulsive", do you think there is a way to convince the above Madame B., companion living and bedroom, to consider the possibility of a threesome once in a while?
enthusiasm with regard to the question three, do not hide myself, as I believe most men, I have some interest in the experience. Unfortunately, the nature of mother and stepmother put a mechanism in the brain, feminine in the female single (or almost) constantly jumping from bed to bed, oblivious to the fact that the male of the moment is already occupied or not, until it finds one that does not too bad the traits and / or sexual satisfaction. At that point, the female mussel attaches itself to the rock like the proverbial memory of Verga, becoming a hydra monogamous.
in fact in many cases the idea of an experience with her husband and another woman teases her, but she abruptly withdraws from his fantasies as much more afraid of the rivalry coming up the odd man out: he thinks, in good Essentially, that can overtake him in thanks and then replace it.
so it is very difficult to accept such a situation to its usual companion, unless the opportunity presents itself, spontaneously, and her drunk enough not to have a certain quality component et lesboide. groped for words to convince her it would be useless or, if you then cascade the opportunity "random" of a 3some, even counterproductive. She writes
I wrote ZB:
Now that I'm happily engaged, women continue to compete to jump into bed, however, clashing with a wall of indifference and my violent intentions of Madame B. As some of them are not properly defined as "repulsive", do you think there is a way to convince the above Madame B., companion living and bedroom, to consider the possibility of a threesome once in a while?
enthusiasm with regard to the question three, do not hide myself, as I believe most men, I have some interest in the experience. Unfortunately, the nature of mother and stepmother put a mechanism in the brain, feminine in the female single (or almost) constantly jumping from bed to bed, oblivious to the fact that the male of the moment is already occupied or not, until it finds one that does not too bad the traits and / or sexual satisfaction. At that point, the female mussel attaches itself to the rock like the proverbial memory of Verga, becoming a hydra monogamous.
in fact in many cases the idea of an experience with her husband and another woman teases her, but she abruptly withdraws from his fantasies as much more afraid of the rivalry coming up the odd man out: he thinks, in good Essentially, that can overtake him in thanks and then replace it.
so it is very difficult to accept such a situation to its usual companion, unless the opportunity presents itself, spontaneously, and her drunk enough not to have a certain quality component et lesboide. groped for words to convince her it would be useless or, if you then cascade the opportunity "random" of a 3some, even counterproductive. She writes
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Disposing Of Long Life Light
Joy and the right dose
VS
dear doc, my boyfriend lost too much time on the internet, and gives me a daily dose of pea that needs
the confusion in the head and heart, mixed up hormones, boredom, overheating globe, the existence of Clemente Mastella are contributing factors in creating false targets and lose sight of the true values of life. more and more often, young men of the present day, not knowing how to choose between a cold pizza and his girlfriend. or between happiness and a renault saxo.
Internet, by its very nature amebiforme and sprawling, is not subject to classification and canonical eventually exacerbate existential unease, offering as an easy refuge for the alienated, second life for the sufferer, a hothouse of interest for the curious, for the unlimited book graphomaniac , virtual arena for the controversial, kindergarten for the playful.
for dozens of girlfriends around the world (as well as boyfriends), is the apotheosis of the drama. internet-addiction is a treatable evil perhaps, but certainly is a lacerating tear when you feel your partner's preference for a screen rather than a vagina. often talk about it is useless: vs, if your partner does not give you the pea, you take it. Unexpectedly, eagerly, hungrily. whenever needed, perhaps he'll understand.
course, until you feel it: when you have thrown in the towel, know that you will find all the peas as you want. on the Internet. She writes
VS
dear doc, my boyfriend lost too much time on the internet, and gives me a daily dose of pea that needs
the confusion in the head and heart, mixed up hormones, boredom, overheating globe, the existence of Clemente Mastella are contributing factors in creating false targets and lose sight of the true values of life. more and more often, young men of the present day, not knowing how to choose between a cold pizza and his girlfriend. or between happiness and a renault saxo.
Internet, by its very nature amebiforme and sprawling, is not subject to classification and canonical eventually exacerbate existential unease, offering as an easy refuge for the alienated, second life for the sufferer, a hothouse of interest for the curious, for the unlimited book graphomaniac , virtual arena for the controversial, kindergarten for the playful.
for dozens of girlfriends around the world (as well as boyfriends), is the apotheosis of the drama. internet-addiction is a treatable evil perhaps, but certainly is a lacerating tear when you feel your partner's preference for a screen rather than a vagina. often talk about it is useless: vs, if your partner does not give you the pea, you take it. Unexpectedly, eagerly, hungrily. whenever needed, perhaps he'll understand.
course, until you feel it: when you have thrown in the towel, know that you will find all the peas as you want. on the Internet. She writes
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