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Being Italian means I get stereotyped by my friends as someone who loves to drink wine and eat. Yes, they are correct. But I enjoy cooking the most, and it's amazing how well my food turns out considering how clumsy I am in the kitchen. Im not an expert chef like Burt Wolf or anything like that, but my Grandma taught me well. Tonights dinner was homemade chicken alfredo with sicilian breading. Feel free to help yourself to some, along with a glass of chianti wine. Then we can break out the Jager later.


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My day started out really good. I met with a client whose photos I took last week. I was not happy with the results, but she was crazy over them. I guess the customer is always right. Now im worried about a shoot I have to do tomorrow morning. This girl has yet to call me last night or return my calls today to confirm she will be there. I worry, because she is starting out and has such potential but doesnt realize how little things like being on-time and confirming appointments will make or break you in this industry. I would hate to see her on a list somewhere, so im crossing my fingers and giving her the benefit of doubt.

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Friends update. Still nothing from Julies parents to me. Her whole family still will not talk to me or anyone about her suicide attempt. This is really bothering me so much inside. I light a candle for her each night and pray somehow she gets a message from me.

And things are moving along slowly, but still a good pace with the new person I found in my life. We continue to chat daily and I hope it continues to grow. Lets keep our fingers crossed.

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So-so mood today. A good day for Lacuna Coil music.