Congratulations on the successful signing of the contract with the potential of the Netherworld, and I hereby leave a commemorative message

On Tuesday, March 11, 2014, Panyu, the weather turned cloudy.

I don't know what it is, I suddenly miss this diary format, as if when I went back to elementary school, my mother would take a feather duster to urge me to write a diary every night, but I just scribbled some completely out of tune on the small grid book in order to watch "Sheriff Black Cat". Every diary, the only thing I write with my heart is the beginning of this sentence, I always feel that as long as I write this sentence carefully, this diary is considered a finished product, as for the later texts are just to embellish this sentence.

As I grew older, the childlike joy in my heart gradually faded, and I spent time in the pile of data-based documents such as bids, plans, assessments, and performance every day. The sadness is far more than the classic sentence "Party A abuses me thousands of times, and I treat Party A like my first love." "It's even more sad.

I lost the habit of writing a diary in the second year after I came out to work, when I was very busy at work, and I was single and I was looking for the other half of my life.

Well, the above 400 words are pure sleepwalking, how uncomfortable I look at such lyrical words, in fact, it is a few years of part-time work, and if I don't soak a few girls to make the little brother under the crotch raise my eyebrows, I feel that the ancestors in the ancestral tomb have not blessed themselves, and nothing has been accomplished. Then every night drunk mess rolled home, climbed into bed, kicked his shoes down, fell asleep, woke up at dawn, rubbed his brain, and thought about which grandson poured himself so embarrassed last night, and he had to find a way to get back to the field tonight.

Habits all start with unaccustomedness! It's just that the tone of emotion has changed.

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In fact, the original intention of writing this essay today was not to spit out bitterness, but as soon as my hand touched the keyboard, I made a convulsion, and unconsciously typed this sprinkling of hundreds of words.

Well, let's get down to business, congratulations to my friend Netherworld Muxue for signing a successful contract, and I wish the novel a big hit and become a god as soon as possible.