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Getting in touch.
Tomorrow will be a little clearer.
Let me tell you what I mean. Today, my mother was (I even fuck know who she is) with an aunt who is engaged in alternative medicine (I repeat, my mother was in the hospital already 3 times in six months, despite the fact that she herself leads a normal lifestyle, does not drink, does not smoke, etc.). The aunt herself (Milfa, ~35-40 years old) has a sort of office and several rooms and several workers / secretaries and a queue. You might have a logical question - what the fuck did I need? That aunt explained that we needed a blood relative, but in fact, I just walked in for a few minutes and walked out while my mother was there. What the fuck am I writing you? The point is, I come in, the healer says, sit down with your back and start touching me lightly on the back aka the spot I was wearing a T-shirt. Started to say in some medical terms what he sees and what is wrong, my ahui began by the fact that she first detected that I do not like fish [spoiler] for the most part it is so and I need omega vitamins, then detected that I do not eat very much either in the morning or in the evening partially it is also so, but I just eat during the day of sweets/nuts, I do not eat normal appetite, my mother does not know , then I was told that I did not have a symptom there, and that I was so by chance that I saw it. But when I was about to leave - I fucked up, she says - I see he communicates, but not live, but with additional means, well, machine means, not directly. Yes, I agree, you can still identify the hikkan by habits, but say that I communicate and how I communicate I can not find an adequate answer, from social networks I was only in parash and then drank out long before my mother met her endach under the hood. Yes, technically it could have been her mother (and what the fuck?), but the mother of the disease and other trifles could not know and in hospitals I did the examination about a year ago and then I was not told anything like that. And the mother actually sat there for 20 minutes and fucked even more with her. The mother said that she told her that she had a burden on her heart because of me and she was worried (this is really true) and told her not to worry and that I was kind, sensible and that everything would be fine with me (calmed at all).
If I'd read this from someone else, I'd have told him he was fat and covered the fuck up.
In short, in fact, what I have left to do and what I need (yes, this will be the next trip):
1) Shave your penis and ass. Yes, this is still a problem for me, I explain why - I tried to shave 2 times and 2 times were a failure. The first time I tried to cut the fucking thickets with scissors, and shave with a machine - I sprinkled everything like a fucking demon, everything was in pimples. I never understood the shaving technique. The second time he tried to drag the grown hair already purely machine as a result there was hell again. At my disposal I have a regular machine and a semi-working haircutting machine (something I think that the machine will also be, or not?). I'm already thinking of buying adhesive patches or whatever, fuck knows.
2) Of course, I would not like to do all this in rubber, I need to read the guides on contraceptives, I once saw a bunch of underwater ones in the corner of my eye.
(3) There is another problem that depends on whether all this will happen in the near future or at least in a month. I'll understand that tomorrow.
(4) Read local shops and compare stimulants / euphoretics that are available and also read what to do with them, well, go through the quest by itself. Also, everyone glorified mephedrone in my flies like I did not see (although I did not specifically look), everywhere as amphs.
(5) Father. It takes a moment for him to go somewhere for a day or two.
Yesterday I accidentally stumbled upon a pickryl and started reading.
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