JoanSinn

и снова тут. как же все тут поросло пылью, а ведь совсем не до того было. wacom в пути, в самый раз к рождеству ^^ так что ну&#1

Every time I get cold I have weird dreams. Today there was a team of us - young traders, and we were trading parts of me. Common goal was to sell some part of me and earn profits when prices go up. whole night I had a nagging pain in my legs and we couldn't sell them. I woke up every hour looking around the room and explaining myself that there are no traders, no exchange and no one is going to sell anything. But someone asked me in his turn 'Then why you are here? Alone in someone else's bed somewhere in the middle of London?' And I fell asleep again and again met those young traders trying to sell somehow my legs. Weird.

У нас большая семья. И каждый раз, когда папа привозил из, например, Германии, например, пасхального шоколадно&#1075