Letter to Erin 20150707

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

Hello Erin, my beloved.  It's 7 pm, and I'm sitting here writing my love to you while waiting to break fast.  I can't spend money right now so I have to live on what I have in the house, which is mostly flour and rice, and a little bit of meat.  I still have a few chicken wings left, so I'm going to fry those up for the predawn meal.  For dinner, it's sausage bread, breadsticks with sweet chilli sauce for dipping, some chocolate cake, iced tea, and a date.  You're welcome to come over share my food.

I worked on your house design this morning.  Do you like high ceilings?  I won't be able to brush away all those cobwebs.  You're tall, right?  I found a game I really like for my cell phone: it's called Smash Hit by Mediocre, where all I do is break as much glass as possible.  I love it!  At one point in the past, I was really hankering for a PSP, but this phone is better than a PSP.  I don't really use it as a phone all that much.  It's also a telephone.  I'm going to play the game right now. 

Did you ever discover that the modeling business is cursed, especially when they try to take your God given beauty away from you?  Please don't get anymore plastic surgery!  I want you to cheer up and maintain your prayers, OK?  I love you, and I need you.