At 1:00 in the morning, I went home with my little red violin. That broken violin that was made by MARTIN technology was not worth a Fender strap. I said I wanted to practice the violin again, but I knew very well that I got the violin back. The house is only used for the ashes. I know very well that taking a taxi at night will cost 2 yuan, the price of a life, and then I donated the only 10 yuan in my pocket to the hard-working driver who drove at night and
lost one. Gloves, so I can only wear the remaining one, from the left hand to the right hand and back again, because smoking hands without gloves will be very cold in this weather, thinking why don't you throw away both gloves? This will be much quieter
. On the first day of the last month of 2006, I looked at the big sun, the soft sunshine, and thought about the inexplicable appetite. Then I watched the Warcraft game and listened to the funny commentary. I was happy. Turned it over, I said that no matter how the process is, the ending must be beautiful, so I had to be very happy in the last period of 2006, but the good mood that I worked hard for was destroyed by that stupid boss. When I scolded me loudly, there was only one scene in my mind: I slowly got up from my seat, and then used Norton's eyes in "First Degree Fear" that I had practiced for a long time to stare at someone I had never seen before. Glancing fiercely at the stubborn boss, and then saying something peacefully: Enough is enough. Then I left, but I endured it. My friends said I was mature, but I felt very dirty, which affected my mood. Although I don’t think it can reach the level that can affect my good mood, I am indeed affected. Now, I’m a bit tired of being called to and fro by people who squeeze the bus for 40 to 50 minutes every day, and then walk for more than ten minutes to go to work. Besides, I have to face the situation of not being able to rest for half a month? Is my endurance not as strong as I think?
The only comfort every day is to lie in my warm bed and watch "Prison Break". Yesterday, the gangster with an Italian accent died. He said to his beloved wife: There are some things you will never understand. Then he said to a bunch of cops: I only kneel to God, but I don't see God here. The golden cross in my hand fell off, just like the golden handcuffs in MS's hands, and all I could think about was when I could put on MS's melon-skin hat, it seems I'm still cold and
realize that walking on drums is a piece of shit Pretty difficult stuff, especially when there's a lot of backbeats and variations, or noise experiments that don't have a rhythm at all, so I gave up, otherwise walking would be very dance-like, Kamui-sick, no. I know how many people still have a Walkman music in their pockets that used to be small but now looks huge. Today, I heard "There Is Nothing Left to Lose" by Foo Fighters. In the article "Talking about the most nb band ever in Dave's backyard", I really want to deny Kurt's influence on me, but there is indeed such a factor in the way I am now, I just have a bunch of broken tapes left. , so there is nothing to lose. "The general sadness of human beings is that they remember too much and forget too little", so I hate my good memory, always remember the details that others have long forgotten, and try my best to make myself Suffering from selective depression, and then let the heart die piece by piece, then it should be better
"I like you, but you are not happy"
You don't like me, so I am not happy
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