shirt birdmad and tie off my back 010130 ... silentbob i walked into the bank with my mom and the lady read my shirt and started laughing. she was amused because she used to be a bus driver. i was embarassed and was worried i offended her. 010719 ... silentbob yours is driving me crazy, the way it hugs so close 020320 ... Photophobe Red ...umm what did your shirt...say? was it fuck bus drivers, or your moms a bus driver or hail to the bus driver? 020321 ... silentbob the previous entrys shirt said, "I had to ride the short bus." 020322 ... Photophobe Red ah. K thanks. 020327 ... tender_square “where’s my michigan shirt, diane?” “i don’t know; did you check the table of laundry downstairs?” mom stopped applying makeup and went into the bedroom to help him look through the drawers while he stood there in his jeans and his tank top. i peered into the private moment as i swept the floor of ruby’s fur. all the pamphlets say that when your loved one with alzheimer’s needs help dressing, you should have them choose between pre-set outfits so they feel empowered and less overwhelmed by choice. “stu, your michigan shirt is dirty,” she sighed. “it’s the hamper downstairs because you wear it almost every day.” it was a navy half-zip sweater i bought him for father’s day a few years ago. and i knew then that he wears it as often as he does because he misses me. 221022 ... raze the slender garment that gives me the most comfort was a gift from the person who's probably caused me more misery than all the other leading actors and bit players put together in the story of my life. that's so fucked_up it's almost perfect. 240402 what's it to you? who go blather from