Jobs
I was a bunch of small necklace
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By hongmao
Feb 21, 2012 |
Put
down the folder, take off the heels of the feet and spread of small hairpin
hair, brazenly relaxed, it seems that under the rise and fall of the moment the
company with no implicated, but the phone rings, showing that the general
manager's name after the head work and no buffer tense up ...
Hang up the phone drunken manager does not matter, I think he said those disgusting words, and my heart filled with burst after burst of turbid waves, just like the viscous material of the manager of the stomach, spit into my heart, so disgusting, so ugly bear, and so being poor!
I can think of, of course, is the conflict of work and private time. I remember I had just learned the "strong" and "fragile" meaning of a word, I always like making a fuss of themselves as "strong appearance masks a fragile heart, when I could not even cover" do not know; high school when they became popular, "everyone with a mask of life" a social phenomenon of language, that "mask" is what I do not know, just know that we are not the same with their own performance to respond to everyone and everything . Would now like to feel really cute, until now do not know that he is strong or fragile, so-called "feelings" come from, "painful" Where does it go?
Naive when I think of myself as the little woman covered with scars, envious of her sister melancholy temperament and a Western style high-heeled shoes; they have scars, but luxury childhood carefree days of missed a simple class class , miss Sentimental crush, confession.
Probably more than one such contradiction, these men and women through the French window childhood and never thought ill than healthy good "ill eat canned food, the sick do not go to school, sick parents can stay with, sick people will feel bad ...
Getting older, the sense of presence is getting smaller and smaller, only to have the responsibility at all, really understand the frustration of small taste. Occasional small joy, frustration, small and confused, small impulse, in fact my precious life, so many small beads, scattered when clutter is also theUnited States ,
the series when complete is America
Whether it is a tragedy, my life, so beautiful!
Hang up the phone drunken manager does not matter, I think he said those disgusting words, and my heart filled with burst after burst of turbid waves, just like the viscous material of the manager of the stomach, spit into my heart, so disgusting, so ugly bear, and so being poor!
I can think of, of course, is the conflict of work and private time. I remember I had just learned the "strong" and "fragile" meaning of a word, I always like making a fuss of themselves as "strong appearance masks a fragile heart, when I could not even cover" do not know; high school when they became popular, "everyone with a mask of life" a social phenomenon of language, that "mask" is what I do not know, just know that we are not the same with their own performance to respond to everyone and everything . Would now like to feel really cute, until now do not know that he is strong or fragile, so-called "feelings" come from, "painful" Where does it go?
Naive when I think of myself as the little woman covered with scars, envious of her sister melancholy temperament and a Western style high-heeled shoes; they have scars, but luxury childhood carefree days of missed a simple class class , miss Sentimental crush, confession.
Probably more than one such contradiction, these men and women through the French window childhood and never thought ill than healthy good "ill eat canned food, the sick do not go to school, sick parents can stay with, sick people will feel bad ...
Getting older, the sense of presence is getting smaller and smaller, only to have the responsibility at all, really understand the frustration of small taste. Occasional small joy, frustration, small and confused, small impulse, in fact my precious life, so many small beads, scattered when clutter is also the
Whether it is a tragedy, my life, so beautiful!
