Aw Erin, please don't be sad. You are MY girl, you are my love, you are MINE. I love you, and I will marry you inshaAllah. I'm not going to let you go, my beautiful Erin. I noticed that you have only one boss now. Well, you've always prided yourself on being monogamous. You must be a perfect woman. Congratulations, my love. You have great business sense. And now you don't have to be pulled in many directions.
It's almost time for the general elections here. I don't like politics, but I will be responsible and go vote. I believe it's more practical to evaluate a politician by his/her past behavior than to buy into promises. I certainly cannot and will not endorse a politician who behaved as if the music does not exist, while it has become clear that the music generates revenue for the community and has turned this village into a global propaganda center for Islam. MashaAllah! My feelings are compounded by the fact that I can't afford the tools I need to work with, and I can't afford to marry. Allah has entrusted me with the protection and nurturing of this music. Allah is my Boss. However, I am 51 years old and have never been married. I need kids, that's why I want 3 wives.
This evening, I dug up stumps over at your house with a hoe (not ho). In Malay, it's called a "cangkul" (pronounced "changkul"). It's great exercise, so I don't need to workout today. Got to stay in shape you know. My body belongs to my wives now. For dinner, I made a couple of sausage, tomato and cheese calzones. The dough was soft and the tomatoes were wet, so the edges were sharp enough to poke through the dough. I had to fold one of them over to cover the holes. It tasted the same as the other one which was done correctly, but doughier.
Friday, May 12, 2017
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