shorter days, longer nights, moar pop tarts
…or something like that.
My Polish grandparents aren’t doing so well.
Yesterday I spent the whole day at their house helping them.
Grampa’s falling down a lot. Not good.
My grandmother is the sweetest woman in the world.
If Grampa would allow me to get Internet up there and not bitch.
… if I could do my homework and live there with them…
I’d do it in a heartbeat.
Even if he is the meanest old bastard in the world.
He’s still good to me.
I don’t know what I can do for them…
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2 November 2008, 04:18
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