"i just loved riding around in that wheelchair! that was really fun!" - mom
mummy broke her foot yesterday morning while walking the dog. she called me at work at 10am to ask me to take her to the hospital, so i rushed home to find her calmly sipping vodka drinks with her best friend peggy, her foot all propped up.
today was my day off so i was her designated personal slave. we went shopping at target and she shouted out orders as i pushed her around in a wheelchair which they provided. she felt like a queen.
I just came back from my favorite islamic/shisha/hookah shop. The owner and I first connected two years ago when i came into the shop to look around. he looked into my eyes and correctly summerized my soul and inner torment, followed by a v. nice, personal conversation. i bought my first hookah from him (the green one) and talked him down from $80 to $50 with a lot of free shisha, coals and tube included. I havn't bought shisha or islam memmorobilia anywhere else since.
Today, i went in and told him i was buying a new hookah. He already had a hookah in mind for me, the "rarest glass" with a lot of v. nice features at a v. discounted price with lots of v. free perks. i didn't try to bargain with him once b/c he already took almost 1/2 off everything for me. the overall experience today was somewhat ceremonial, v. nice.
I also bought two islamic scriptures that say "thank Allah," or "thank God." They are going to provide protection for my apartment in savannah. However, he informed me that when i touch them my hands must always be clean and i am not supposed to handle them after sex or while on my period. I take it i should not keep them in my bedroom.
am almost more excited about the scriptures than the hookah.
mum is watching more gorey stuff on tv. this time it is french burn war victims getting blown up in a hospital.
and there she sits, admiring her leg cast, happily eating ice cream.
Love Her.
today was my day off so i was her designated personal slave. we went shopping at target and she shouted out orders as i pushed her around in a wheelchair which they provided. she felt like a queen.
I just came back from my favorite islamic/shisha/hookah shop. The owner and I first connected two years ago when i came into the shop to look around. he looked into my eyes and correctly summerized my soul and inner torment, followed by a v. nice, personal conversation. i bought my first hookah from him (the green one) and talked him down from $80 to $50 with a lot of free shisha, coals and tube included. I havn't bought shisha or islam memmorobilia anywhere else since.
Today, i went in and told him i was buying a new hookah. He already had a hookah in mind for me, the "rarest glass" with a lot of v. nice features at a v. discounted price with lots of v. free perks. i didn't try to bargain with him once b/c he already took almost 1/2 off everything for me. the overall experience today was somewhat ceremonial, v. nice.
I also bought two islamic scriptures that say "thank Allah," or "thank God." They are going to provide protection for my apartment in savannah. However, he informed me that when i touch them my hands must always be clean and i am not supposed to handle them after sex or while on my period. I take it i should not keep them in my bedroom.
am almost more excited about the scriptures than the hookah.
mum is watching more gorey stuff on tv. this time it is french burn war victims getting blown up in a hospital.
and there she sits, admiring her leg cast, happily eating ice cream.
Love Her.