I PROTEST

Dear Mrs. Snake Charmer,

I flipping PROTEST you MOVING to DUBAI without telling ANY OF US!!!! How could you?!
Why do you hate me?

Thank you and have a GREAT day,

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...On second thought, I think I shall do the same. I shall get up one day, say that I'm "visiting" X land and just not return, except maybe on vacations. MUHAHAAHA
Not that it should matter you Ms. Charmer, it would be all the same to you.

And X land will be a place where all my successive ailments will cease to occur. YES THEY WILL. And I will no longer have to type despite the protests from my 95 year old wrists.
Looking through my twitter profile the other day, I realized how many consecutive malfunctions my body has. From my current problem of wrists that hurt despite all that I do, to my eyes swelling up and hurting every time I blinked, this past summer. And since my eye would hurt when I blinked, I automatically would blink again. And again. And again.

So then, to bystanders, I just looked like I had a twitching problem. And to the more perverted bystanders... probably a winking problem.

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And it was just a big mess.

Any my dear friends, (since I know that this blog's reader profile is most likely made up of only friends) the list does goes on.

And no Ms. charmer, I don't think I was addressing that last sentence to you. At least not the dear part. But don't worry. I don't hold any grudges against you.

America is the land of freedom and you exercised that right to move to another land without any notice. Well good for you for being so patriotic till your last day here. Washington would be proud.

I'm sure he's saluting you in his grave as we speak. I wouldn't know for sure, since I don't speak to the dead.

But if I did I would force them all to become readers of this blog. And then we would just change the description of this blog to,"Making the underworld a little bit more open minded..."

Only there is no such thing as an Underworld, that is ruled by Hades, in Islam. So I'm not sure how it would work out.

As it is, I don't speak to the the dead, so we don't have to worry about changing the sacramental description of this blog. I do, however, speak to my cat. And like imagining that me and all my cats of this world share a cryptic means of communication.

In the end, Ms. Charmer, I understand what happened. And I'm happy that you're happy. Really, I am. And maybe soon insh'allah I shall visit you.


Now. I need to stop especially since the time for the noon prayer for Muslims has started and I really made a goal for myself to shower today. It's sad, when one of your goals becomes to take a shower.

So shower, and then prayer before time expires.

And then perhaps serenade my cat.