Yest-today's Fotolog post. Translated to Spanish. And then to English.*
Today, I feel like pictures saucy of the typewriter. All we are those. Hope that you enjoy.
I am tired. I am reading a called book the way of the crow and enjoying watching the numbers to count down as I type. 4864 lazy characters. Only now he is 4828. Only now he is 4808…
I satisfied some people. It had names. Also I spent time with Farah today. It is surprising.
I watched the following episode of the archives of X. Era disappointing of the small piece. But still, easily frightened like taken, man, easily frightened like taken. I will never watch with fixedness in the depths of a dressing table again, although I really feel the necessity.
I went to a fresher Fayre. It did not have the value of assembling the LGBT group. There is a handful of complicated facts and the subjective opinions behind this edition that I am safe will be able to share with each one a day. It must also be mentioned that I did not assemble to any groups political or religious anyone. I am not safe what that means.
I am scared that I nothing else do not have to add, that to say that I called to my mother but could not do me better the sensation.
So… TYPEWRITER HOTNESS. You know that you wish it.
YOU KNOW THAT YOU WISH IT!
*The reason for this is that most of the users of fotolog appear to speak Spanish. I was investigating the option of making thing easier for them, but it might not help...