Sunday, May 17, 2015

Letter to Erin 20150518

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hey there, my beautiful Erin.  How are you feeling today, love?  I am longing for you as usual.  I wish to remind you that I am not in competition with you, my dearest.  I am your husband inshaAllah.  I am here to love you, and help provide and protect you.  Yes, you still have to work, but aren't your prospects better now?  I can't give you anything but my love but mashaAllah, your business is better than before.  Things grow better with love.  You are not living in my shadow: it's because I am your husband inshaAllah that I will help take your shots for you, while all you have to do is be beautiful.  And you are beautiful.  You are so very beautiful.  You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me.  I love you and I need you.

We are living a spiritual life, my dearest.  The fact that you accept me as your husband is a spiritual fact, and by that choice you live in a different reality than others.  I have lived this reality much longer than you, so I am much more used to how psychedelic or weird it is.  It can get strange while doing the mundane, like grocery shopping.  And it's not the same kind of weird like backstage at the Victoria's Secret fashion show.  You can be alone in your bedroom looking at your TV, and you can sense that you're not really alone.  Life in the Public Eye, also Jinn TV.  But I will help distract them away from you, inshaAllah.  Please pray.

I've been trying to duplicate this little house that I live in Sims 3, but there's something wrong with the scaling of objects.  For example, a car or a double bed is 3 squares long.  If I define one square as one meter, then a bed is 3 meters long!  My bedroom in real life is 3 meters!  So my little house is much more spacious in Sims 3 than it is in reality.  Perhaps my definition of one meter is off within the game.  Well, your house inshaAllah will be right next to my little house, which is my office/studio.  Oh!  My Sim has acquired a girlfriend.  They met by chance, at the town park.  Her name is Erin Kennedy.  But she's not Irish: rather, she looks Mexican.  And she works in the military.

Erin, please make a donation to a worthwhile charity of a minimum of one US dollar.