Today we must take great piece of work tomorrow (op! six hours) exam, Russian literature of the 19th century, I read four or five years Vera excerpts interspersed with watching Photos from the insane asylum. It seems that something, and another - the most genuine that ever be in life. Life as it is.
lump in my throat. Life is always somewhere next. And she has no time:) I hope to cut when I was with all this by mid-February, I'll be happy again ebanatom, not muddy glued to the MacBook chuvachkom "Guys, I'm with you."
scary like heat, so as not to freeze after an hour walk - so that those walking in general were. I will not take up three projects simultaneously.
I also have about six weeks I do not smoke on a regular basis. Hello, bidis!
And all these photos of five or six or seven or eight years ago - are honest, so naive, even ridiculous! That is, if a photographer yet somehow quite different brain has been arranged.
And I have not picked up his three-hundredth of an old film baby of the house, so that fotobuf (with?) - our all. And I have a strange haircut. And absolutely do not want painted.
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