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My favorite man has just turned 2. His laughter is my favorite sound and his embrace is my most cherished feeling. He is growing up too fast:(

I just hope i am a year wiser:)

Говорят, что минута смеха продляет жизнь на 5 минут, теперь становится понятно почему после сотворения жизни на Земле, Бог живет вечно...(Ц)

I loved attending a non traditional school of psychology since throughout my studies I was immersed in an environment where everyone was allowed to be as absurdly insane as they wanted to be. That gave my spirit a feeling of freedom that I could only get from rare individuals but not the masses. I have become insanely sane lately and it’s starting to eat at my core. I miss my insanity because after all it is the only thing that keeps me sane:)

-Рассыпалась соль - к ссоре.
Рассыпался сахар - к миру. Рассыпался кокаин - к феерическим
ощущениям и фантасмагорическим видениям.
- Упала вилка - кто-то придет. Упала ложка - у кого-то руки
из жопы растут. Упал член - всё, никто никуда не спешит. Упало мыло - ждите неожиданностей.
-Ласточки низко летают - будет дождь. Коровы низко летают - рассыпался кокаин.
- Треснуло зеркало - к беде.Треснула резинка от трусов- к большому стыду, ну, или к маленькому. Треснул презерватив -лучше бы треснуло зеркало.
-Чешется нос - к пьянке. Чешется в паху - к врачу. Чешется жопа - к
приключениям.

I have been getting really weird calls all morning, but these 3 toped them all.
1)An elderly gentleman eagerly asking about the upcoming Lap Dance Seminar.
2)An elderly woman asking for a pharmacy because she apparently ran out of Colostomy bags.
3)A daughter of an elderly who after she finished her 10 minutes speech, asked me if she can hire an actor from our agency in order to fake her mother’s conservator ship.

1. В течение недели приносил на своё рабочее место тополиный пух и поджигал его.
2. Неожиданно выпрыгнув из шкафа, напугал деловых партнеров фирмы.
3. Подложил на стул своего коллеги канцелярскую кнопку и сам же сел на неё, показав тем самым низкий умственный уровень, не соответствующий занимаемой должности.
4. Выпал из окна курилки второй раз за месяц.
5. Второй год не выходит из отпуска.
6. Поспорил со своим непосредственным руководством на $100, что его не смогут уволить.
7. Дергал женскую половину коллектива за пирсинги.
8. Был замечен в женском туалете. От избытка чувств сказать что-либо в свое оправдание не смог.
9. Скрепил степлером и скотчем деньги, предназначенные для выдачи зарплаты.
10. Вырезал на рабочем столе свои инициалы.
11. Постоянно выливает недопитый чай в аквариум и там же моет кружку, используя «Fаirу».
12. Прямо на рабочем месте курил какую-то гадость. Глупо смеясь, отказался написать объяснительную, мотивируя это тем, что не может взять в руки лист бумаги, так как руки не его!

"Любовь - полностью физическое, и самое глубоко-духовное, спиритуалистическое, что в нас проявляется: она всецело удерживается в теле, но и в нем всецело является символом, подобием для любого человека и для всего, что прокрадывается через ворота чувств в нашу самую сокровенную душу, чтобы ее разбудить."
Л.А.С

The essential things are hard to communicate with words. Words always ruin a fine thing. Thoughts of others are always more clear when you try to guess them rather than listen to them, because one guesses thoughts, through feelings. But when one speaks, words diminish feelings. One always has more feelings than words.

the Romanian lyrical soprano Angela Gheorghiu that is. Puccini's "La Rondine", is a poignant romance filled with unexpected moments of genuine passion and heartbreak and Gherghiu with her incredibly vibrant and colorful bel canto delivers a performance worthy of haling her "the next Maria Callas".

To forget.
To exhale... and forget.
All - from fingers to words.
You will never hear it again.
Those that talk now,
pray to different lords.
And besides, they’re not
talking to you...
So, forget.
Start anew.

What regard could I have for them,
who are weighed down by the price of ham
or what’s under the hem
of some everyday floozy?!
Choosing life over love -
isn’t punishment from above,
but concern for what lies below the waist.
No, the world has no taste.

Now, at thirty, I’ll learn to crawl.
To obey. To appease. To fall
at the feet with the polished shoes.
I will never again choose to lose
with the barefoot, penniless bums,
who live freely - but feed on crumbs.
I will satisfy you and my kin.
With a life, clean - like infant’s skin.
With opinions that end with a dot,
I’ll transform into a glorified slut.
With the hatred for brain and the rain.
With distrust towards every pain.
Unaccustomed to tears, I’ll gain
A respectable slot in your race -
And continue the human race.

TO ALL YOU GEORGIAN CULTURE LOVERS OUT THERE:

Georgian Assosiation of San Francisco is having its annual pick nick October 27th 2007 @12:00
in Golden Gate Park. This would be a celebration of Georgian Culture in SF and Bay Area with lots of good food, music and of course the distinguished Georgian wine:) Please come and enjoy all the wonders Georgia and it's people have to offer:)

Calm after a storm always brings me to the same conclusion; all credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses. We often forget how fragile we really are.

Had the great pleasure of visiting San Quentin today and it was even more petrifying then I imaged it to be. Lovely raggedy prisoners, chilled or rather chilly atmosphere and of course the very “bright” and witty prison guards greeted me as I was entering the facility at 11 in the morning. An uncanny feeling as if they all have been waiting for my arrival since the coming of Christ, will probably not fritter away for a while. As I was escorted and given a tour by a 6’5, 245 pound prisoner, I could not help but unwillingly keep close to him and from time to time he kept asking me if I was alright. I muttered something and when I asked him if he would be so kind as to keep me closer to him till the end of the tour, in his baritone voice he said what he thought would be humorous to me, “as long as you don’t sexually harass me mam”. Great and he was afraid for his life???????

Yesterday while reviewing a case for one of my clients, a judge summoned me to appear at San Quentin Correctional Facility in order to help my client who was charged with attempted murder and gun possession, to kind of rehabilitate. The Correctional Facility has a special program for juveniles who have been convicted of a crime and they are to attend the prison for 3 consecutive days where they will be escorted by inmates who will familiarize them with day to day prison life. San Quentin has a NO HOSTIGE policy, so if I don’t come back, ya all know where to get me:)))))

The internal chaos of rambling mind, restless soul and drained body is intolerantly waiting to produce a dancing star!

When should you say "you're being stupid" versus politely listening and nodding your head? The constant dilema of difficulty between finding a balance of telling people the truth or holding back your honest thoughts.