It is now on Saturday night, fast Sunday.
I am next to the computer, listen to Xiong Tianping's "I'm."
Opened this page.
A Winamp's player.
There is also a QQ window, is and bobby in the video. He didn't have a camera.
There is also online on QQ, bring my own, and 5 people.
I sent a video request from my heart and didn't respond. He may play games.
Sunfrok is suddenly talking. She said: "I want to drink water."
I told her: "Go to drink."
The sunflower returned, she said: "No."
I said: "Go to Burning."
Drunk is a video request from the heart. Connected.
Kwatume said: "Don't want to move."
I said: "That is thirsty."
Ugh.
You said, shouldn't you tell others this place? I said, this blog.
It seems that I regret it, my mood, a lot, I don't dare to write it now.
Because some people will come.
Friends on QQ, very good in front of me. I saw my blog and said she thought about an hour, decided to delete each other from her friends.
I have wanted to ask why,
Later I didn't ask.
I deleted it.
A lot of mood, I don't dare to write.
The server in the first two days has always been a problem, and there is no feeling twice, and it is not written without landing. Once, I saw the first snow that floated Xi'an outside the window.
Once I listened to a netizen, she didn't wear gloves, hand cooled.
I am afraid that the time has been in the past.
I am afraid that the time has been in the past.
After another 7 minutes, it is tomorrow.
Many things, I don't know why.
I am afraid that the time has been in the past.
The "Idea" of the bear is still ringing, I don't know if it is the first.
Suddenly found, this song, it is not like a name, it is not a warm song.
