Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
I drew the picture and the lady called me earlier.
I would post the picture but the one I uploaded on facebook, I forgot to color your bowtie. And I think the other one hasn’t uploaded yet. Let me check BRB NOPE Can’t even copy the one up there Oh well.
It came out really good too. Makes me feel all lovey-dovey inside.
That’s a good sign.
Whenever nobody comments that means they are really impressed and speechless.
I’m proud of myself. Not boastful. But I feel good that you and Allah allowed me to create such a beautiful piece of artwork. I made it my profile picture if anyone wants to see it. Click here.
The only thing is, I didn’t make you as tall as you are in real life.
You are about the height, maybe a little taller, that you’ve always been.
In the picture you can’t bend down and put your chin on top of my head like you did in real life.
I’m STILL trippin’ about that and it’s been THREE years.
I was just thinking about that this morning.
I posted something on facebook last year about something I posted three years ago.
It was March 24, 2014.
That was the last time we’ve seen each other in person.
I remember like it was yesterday.
You were so handsome and scary! You came stomping out the back and I was petrified. I could not move, then you looked and saw it was me and your handsome face lit up with that beautiful smile that is reserved for me. I love you. I miss you too.
It doesn’t seem like three years.
I think about my life back then and I was consumed with you.
I heard a song this morning that I used to listen to on my playlist when I used to catch the bus up to your plantation and it took me right back there. I was sitting on the bus again.
It used to take TWO HOURS to get there.
I didn’t have anything else to do though and I really enjoyed the trip.
I love catching the bus.
I love catching cabs.
I love taking the train (metro not Amtrak – at least I don’t think so – who knows? I never thought I would love taking the metro either. I just can’t do the subway. I don’t trust myself after that suicide attempt.)
I love flying.
I love traveling.
Cars? Sometimes. Depends on who’s in there with me.
I love bicycling.
I love walking.
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The Sister called me about the room
I feel like, landlords play too many games.
I guess it’s the same with any type of barter.
Everybody wants the upper hand.
Well, I might call her next week.
I realized, I have too many options to play her games.
I’m starting to want to go back to L.A.
The only thing making me want to stay here is
The Dental School.
I REALLY WANT TO GET MY TOOTH FIXED!
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I’m trying to wait until four to eat.
I have only had some milk and honey today
My eating habits have gotten so bad since…
I guess, since I’ve been homeless.
I use the traveling excuse
I feel like I’m traveling
This is not really home.
I won’t be home until I’m in the home you made for us.
Now “Home in a minute” just came on.
😉 😉 😉
I can’t bring myself to post it.
It’s kinda filthy and I can’t let people know I listen to that type of music.
I can’t wait to order Ibni’s clothes.
The jacket came up while I was on Facebook.
I think he’s avoiding me so he won’t make me mad and I change my mind
He knows me. 🙂
Well, I guess that’s all
Won’t know where I’m going to be next month
In Sha Allah
I just know I’m going to have fun!!!
“Life is a PLAYGROUND!!!”
It’s funny because He said “park”
I didn’t call it a playground back then.
I used to call playgrounds “parks”
But I have since learned that there is a difference.
Not all parks have playgrounds, unfortunately.
That makes me feel sad for our children.
All you can do is toss a football or play tag, which is fun
But what if you don’t have a ball
Or are all by yourself???
There’s nothing to do but sit in the grass.
And what child just wants to sit in the grass???
I learned on A.J. Day that playgrounds are probably the most fun you can have for free in the world
And Our Saviour wants us to have fun all our lives.
I love you I love yo I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you Il ove you I love you I love you I loveyou I love you Il ove you Iloveyou I lvoe you I lov eyou I lov eyou I love you I love you I love you I love you i love ou I love you I love you I loveyou I loveyou I loveyou I love you Il ovey Ouio I louve ou
This was so weird because it’s centered.
But it was still fun.
Okay, I think the dryers almost done with my roommates shoes in it and I want to record the rain.
I don’t really have too much to say (Who is that? Salt n Pepa?)
I really don’t have too much to say…
Now I gotta G it
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Anyway, I guess I just wanted to document our third anniversary since we haven’t seen each other SMH
See, this is why I love writing.
It’s time for me to eat now.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
If anybody out there is trying to eat one meal a day,
Just find something else to do.
It will take your mind off your hunger
And you can eat!!!
Which is what I’m about to do.
I tried to record the rain
My phone be trippin, right?
Just keep finding something to do until it’s time to eat
I’m going to warn you
If you’re just sitting in front of the idiot box, you’re going to want to eat.
You have to do some type of activity
Like writing or art, playing an instrument, create something, take a walk…
Until it’s time to eat!
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