Wednesday, September 29, 2004
| midi-giggin 
after doing my laundry (yes, ladies, i'm 28 and use a laundromat --> totally hype) i drove to the store and saw a car with a bumper sticker i thought said "i (heart) my shoulder", but was disappointed when i noticed it said "soldier" instead. came home to see luigi drinking oe-800 + watching 'cobra'. does it get any tougher? although he was listening to italian rock/pop when i came home, which is about the worst organized recording of soundwaves i've ever heard. would you call it wop-rock? i'm starting to feel the tension, but we'll work on through it. i still feel it's just an adjustment he's making. german's don't leave home till late in their life. he's approaching his mid-20s and has never lived away from home. he's having trouble doing some things for himself + i have serious trouble helping with stuff that i feel could be solved on his own with just thinking about it; maybe it's just an impulse? we'll work it on out...
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that's the hardest i've laughed all day. i don't think the fried chicken party tonight can out do that one...
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