（我就要这样说：哇，时光如梭！时间过得太快啦！一眨眼又是十二月啦！）

１．

十二月听起来就是很性感的样子。它会是结束也会是开始。

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我今早收到一条97个字的短信。错字两处。不通顺处一次。

但，让人踏实。我想说这才是应该有的样子。

如果我说我早知道会有这样的一天……那我是在骗你也是骗自己。

我从来不知道这一天什么时候会到来，甚至从不去多想这一天会不会到来，

我只是用很大的力量，花不算短的时间，

让自己的身体在经历很多接受很多面对很多后还是站在某一个原点。

因为是你，所以我不离开。我选择站着不离开。

有这样一段时间，很多目光落在我身上，慰藉或体贴、支持或不解……

你们想很多，你们都为我，你们都有理。

可四个字：心甘情愿。

便是再无人理睬。

傻。我知道。

又如何？

今天的这97个字。字字平淡。却字字有力。

于是我想，一切，开始变值得。

……　……

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豆友的一个相册里是leslie程蝶衣扮相的照片。

很多人都推荐。有人说：反正你于我永远未亡。

我写：反正你于我永远在一样的地方。十年前如是。十年后亦如是。

有一天我问，如果我现在死了你会怎么办。

我得到一个答案：不会怎么办，会记住你。

反问，那如果我死了，你怎么办。

我说，把你死掉的样子拍下来放到博客上来。

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朵朵妈妈和朵朵的故事在若干年之后会被我当成“想当年”的故事说给朵朵听。

小朵朵你喝第一口母乳的时候我在一边，我说感动似乎有点太监急了黄帝事儿的意思。

但，我看看身边的陈右右阿姨，我说，这个画面太让我太让我感慨了。

朵朵，你会很美好的长大。

你的星座是你送给那个担心你是天蝎座的大婶的最好礼物，

所以，你天生就是个体贴的孩子。

哦。

你的第一个周末，你的第一个平安夜，你的第一个圣诞节，你的第一个除夕……

吼……多好，一时间，连我都觉得好爱你。

５．

我在去年冬天意外写一个“小日子”。

冬天的故事里始终都有爱。

有段时间看到这篇我就觉得自己真不长脑子，写了个糟糕的标题。

可，一年下来……我想了想，似乎没有错。

故事里，的确始终都有爱。

６．

名人名言时间：来来来，咱几个好好的过。

哈哈。

这个性感的冬天，让咱们都好好的在一起吧。

1129～

让我小小记一下好了！

小红本本！还有9块钱的合影。

新生命！还要量体温！

嗯，小眼泪都出来了。

耶一……

未来，有多好？

任何人用说的都不算。

哈哈。我都了！

　　　所以说啦，人就是不能咒自己。
　　　那天吃饱了撑着耍性子说了句，当心老娘咳口血出来吓死你！！　
　　　结果第二天就开始咳嗽，and...一发不可收拾。
　　　我咳的昏天黑地，日夜颠倒，斗转星移……以至于昨儿个S同志认真说，乖，想吃什么吃点儿什吧……5555……好吧，我吃药。
　　　但因为吃药只吃胶囊的怪癖，所以据说很有效的 琵琶 枇杷膏之类我就无福消受了。
　　　拿到手里的是据说海王星辰里最灵的止咳药。。。可，明明叫“止咳橘红胶囊”，为什么打开后是蓝色小药丸呢？？
　　　这是一个很麻烦的药：一次三粒饭后服用清水送服一天三次一周一疗程……
　　　而且更变态的是吃完之后的一个小时比之前咳的更厉害，要死快了……
　　　据说这是正常现象。S一旁托腮说，难道这就是传说中的以毒攻毒？

　　　尼么么！我忍了！我已经三副“毒药”下肚，马上要好快的。哈哈哈！

*******``````************身体再差也要坚持上岗的分割线*********`````**********

　　　今天去了趟滨江。
　　　宽敞的江南大道，中午的阳光，很美好的照在车窗上……今天的天气好到让我想……翘班～哈。
　　　见到久违了的赵姐姐，还和布伦达马同学前前后后碰到大概五次，让已经晋升为万元户的小朋友请我吃饭，地方随我选，但是我强烈滴要求留在三号楼食堂…对的，因为我是农民！哈哈哈～！
　　　
　　　嗯嗯嗯……今天这个日子要记住以下单词：tiramisu、candle、candy、wish、smile、excel、good news、...哈哈哈。

　　　很OK！

　　　哈哈哈！！！

我用几行字两张画形容你是我的谁

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　　　早上出门时怎么也找不着眼镜，所以一天就生活在朦胧的美丽新世界里……　

　　　吼，就当新体验，杭州很梦幻啊……

　　　奥巴马的演讲我是抱着学习英语的心态并以一个优秀进取的自我鞭策姿态去看的，当然，和MR六和我说的一样，这只是个传说，马哥表达的只是寂寞。至少我是一无所获。BTW，《寻找蒋经国》我已经看到第三集了，但我还是没理清楚关于去蒋的问题，我在想我可能全部看完之后充其量也只是一个中国近代史的爱好者吧。

　　　今天花八千块买了一堂课。说血淋淋应该也不为过。但，不去逃避问题、坦然面对，一切从自身出发找原因！用钱解决问题，用心吸取教训和经验！！！换个角度来想，这是好事！！！！
　　　记住了。

　　　 最后一件事。今天在楼下看到一只长得很像我家猪头仨的猫……本以为是只流浪猫，结果一看到我们就狂叫，就是很求救的那种。走过去，它也不逃，于是便萌生了收养它的念头。可是，抱到电梯口就犹豫了。这是只母猫哎，而且明显已经成年，那到了明年春天怎么办……还有，如果把床和沙发弄坏了怎么办……还有，上班去了，她怎么办……于是，于是，于是，又把她放回了原地…………以为她撒腿就会跑，但竟然就站在我们脚边，怎么也不肯走……5555，我当时心一狠就进电梯了！！
　　　可现在，心里特别堵得慌。觉得自己真的有点……但，之前已经很冲动的捡回的张三李四王五赵六等等给家里带来的麻烦，便又觉得刚才没有冲动是对的！

　　　唉，就让我带着纠结的情绪睡觉去吧。

所以说，每个成功的奥特曼背后都有一个默默挨打的小怪兽！

而我，作为一个小怪兽，我的愿望就是有一天可以成功打败一个奥特曼。

····＝＝＝＝＝＝＝····大家好，我素分隔线，其实有我没我是一样的···＝＝＝＝＝＝＝····

　　　我的小热水袋在月初的时候已经隆重登场，时至近日降温，小号的热水袋、加厚型羽绒被、电热毯、线裤、毛线帽N件、加厚型围巾N条……这些更是本小爷入冬的必备武器，当然，即便这样，在面对感冒突然到来时，我依然没有半点抱怨或懊恼，依然把它伺候的像姨奶奶一样，以便其早点起驾回宫。

　　　我最近很想自驾出去兜一圈，特别是在看了小兵GG推荐的菠萝的西藏自驾之后，这个念头格外澎湃！西藏我开不去，去趟西塘总没问题的吧，说真的，还是很怀念西塘那个卖豆腐脑的老太太的么。
　　　再者，小老婆跟我回家以后还没有真正的发挥过作用，最远也就扯了一下绕城，我想自驾去个远点儿的地方……去哪儿呢？？
　　　对了，右姑娘，你男人说两天给我答复，个么答复呢！快放话给他，让他速速把答复送过来。

　　　周末见了小宇和天天。……

　　　我其实还蛮想好好写一下的，但我现在真当瞌充的，明天写好了～～先噶。

    Michael Jackson was born in August 1958. So was I. Michael Jackson grew up in the suburbs of the Midwest. So did I. Michael Jackson had eight brothers and sisters. So do I. When Michael Jackson was six, he became a superstar, and was perhaps the world’s most beloved child. When I was six, my mother died. I think he got the shorter end of the stick. I never had a mother, but he never had a childhood. And when you never get to have something, you become obsessed by it.

    I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures. Sometimes I was successful, but how do you recreate your childhood when you are under the magnifying glass of the world?

    There is no question that Michael Jackson is one of the greatest talents the world has ever known. That when he sang a song at the ripe old age of eight he could make you feel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart with his words. That when he moved he had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammad Ali. That his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that didn’t just make you want to dance but actually made you believe you could fly, dare to dream, be anything that you wanted to be. Because that is what heroes do and Michael Jackson was a hero.

    He performed in soccer stadiums around the world, and sold hundreds of millions of records and dined with prime ministers and presidents. Girls fell in love with him, boys fell in love with him, everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed otherworldly — but he was a human being.

    Like most performers he was shy and plagued with insecurities. I can’t say we were great friends, but in 1991 I decided I wanted to try to get to know him better. I asked him out to dinner, I said “My treat, I’ll drive — just you and me.”

    He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards. We drove to the restaurant in my car. It was dark out, but he was still wearing sunglasses.

    I said, “Michael, I feel like I’m talking to a limousine. Do you think you can take off your glasses so I can see your eyes?”

    Then he tossed the glasses out the window, looked at me with a wink and a smile and said, “Can you see me now? Is that better?”

    in that moment, I could see both his vulnerability and his charm. The rest of the dinner, I was hellbent on getting him to eat French fries, drink wine, have dessert and say bad words. Things he never seemed to allow himself to do. Later we went back to my house to watch a movie and sat on the couch like two kids, and somewhere in the middle of the movie, his hand snuck over and held mine.

    It felt like he was looking for more of a friend than a romance, and I was happy to oblige. In that moment, he didn’t feel like a superstar. He felt like a human being.

    We went out a few more times together, and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch. Then the witch hunt began, and it seemed like one negative story after another was coming out about Michael. I felt his pain, I know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel like the whole world is turned against you. I know what it’s like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself because the roar of the lynch mob is so loud you feel like your voice can never be heard.

    But I had a childhood, and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.

    When I first heard that Michael had died, I was in London, days away from the start of my tour. Michael was going to perform in the same venue as me a week later. All I could think about in this moment was, “I had abandoned him.” That we had abandoned him. That we had allowed this magnificent creature who had once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks. While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career, we were all passing judgement. Most of us had turned our backs on him. In a desperate attempt to hold onto his memory, I went on the internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought, “my God, he was so unique, so original, so rare, and there will never be anyone like him again. He was a king.”

    But he was also a human being, and alas we are all human beings and sometimes we have to lose things before we can appreciate them. I want to end this on a positive note and say that my sons, age nine and four, are obsessed with Michael Jackson. There’s a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moon walking going on in my house. And, it seems like a whole new generation of kids have discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again. I hope that wherever Michael is right now he is smiling about this.

    Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being but he was a king. Long live the king.