IN Digestion

So today, well last night, I decided, well enough is enough, its time to work - So out of my 3 big projects, I decided ok tonight I will do it - So, as i prayed isha and what not, i felt all motivated, and wasted most of this motivation on watching the last season of sopranos (or as much of it as I could). Basicallly, I REALLY LIKE THIS SHOW. I found out about it by mistake one day, and never realized they made an ENTIRE TV series with a looming story arc and everything on TV. (I Prefer long drown out tv based shows to pretty much anything there) and about the Mafia none the less!

But its a REALLY depressing story by the end, the first four seasons or so are so much fun, but the last season - your depressed out of your mind NO JOKE. (and beautifully for me, I found out about this show after I came to Jordan, so I can watch them all in sequence) so

Instead of working, I got motivated to work, and watched a few episodes and said, ok After I am done, I will work - needless to say soon enough Fajr rolled around, and I prayed and then I wanted to relax, so I proped myself up on the sofa and turned on the air conditioner, and went to bed for a bit.

Then I woke up, and said, ok realistically speaking, if your gonna do this work, you should sleep first (ive had about 2 weeks to do this, and told go get it done at home even do whatever youwant, when you come in 3 o clock this day (today) have it done. So I lied down, and woke up around 11AM. Then, I had a horrible dream, so I relaxed myself, had a cup of water, and went back to bed for an hour.

Ok, now, I have 3 hours to finish up, well 2 hours and 45 minutes -

I decided, now or never. So I instead of working again, just sat down and dazed for a while, and made myself some breakfast, I boiled some eggs, had some juice and made a cup of coffee. That whole proccess took about 30 minutes.

THEN I WORKED, WORKED harder then Ihave worked ALL month maybe, and got it done! Somehow or the other, I managed to get it done, and got a phone call from my manager around 2:00 clock asking if I can come in around 3, then I asked if I can come in around 3:30 - PERFECT, 30 more minutes, time to take a shower. Anyway too be honest, I was feeling abit gay and Ill tell you why. I have no pants, AT ALL - I have a pair of jeans I got from Yazan (long story made short, when I became religous along time ago, notknowing any better, I threw out all of my clothes, and bought a bunch of dish dashes, thinking its my sure way to jannah) needless to saym since then I only have what my mom buys, and she usually just buys me fancy pants, etc. and what not, since i have no say in it - so I only have lots of dress pants, and sweats - the two things that she buys. So i figured, ok no time for sweatds today, lets dress up. I decidd notime for a shave (now these days, im shaving every other day because of the acne medication my mom sent, which who knows if it reallly works, ornot, its just  something to do and more of an excuse to shave (I LOVE playing, messing around with my hair and my facial hair, ive been an addict, ive been shaving since i was like a kid even with fake stuff), so I have this tiny little scruffle right now. No problem, but combine that with some weird trendy fashinable jeans with designsall oevr them (since they are the only non dress pants, and non sweats that I own), I without looknig picked up a shirt and put it on. Now, im a VERY VERY FrAIL and skinnt yperson, so i look fruit as it is sometimes, but no worries for now about that, it felt too tight, i looked at myself inthe mirror, and realized, god there is no WAY on earth ican wear it adn it turned out to be a shocking blue thing. Maybe some day, but not today not with the jeans, and its TOO tight, so it dawened on me, that recently everytibg i have is SHRINKING. Or I am getting bigger, I knowi amnotget getting bigger. SO it tirned out that my shirts really are shrinking, so after trying a few more things irealized EVERYTING is a bit too tight. Ok, no worires, dig deeper and I found myself a loose t-shirt, and its not that shrunk but IM JUST NOT Used to it, im usually used to wearing oversized and baggy shirts , its what ive worn my entire life. Anyway

So, nedless to say, i was already thinking about ‘gay’ stuff, now again iHave no problem withit, imjust trying to show u thestate of my mind at the time.

So I took a shower, and I always feel very prissy after a shower and today, of ALL DAYS, i saw raginglgy mad I like to use those body wash squeegie thigns that girls use, one day  I saw one and i was moved by it, so I bought it, and it stays in my shower. SOMEONE moved it, that means SOMENE took my squeegie thing that I USE to waash mybodywith themim feeling fruity and moved it to the other shower, i stormed inthere, took it back and got body wash (whenI am gonna be fruity, imgonna use bodywash too, scented none the less).

So i took a nice hot shower, and I used body soap (somethign ive not done in a while) and I used the body scrubber to exfoliate my skin and cleanse it, and I used conditioner too, and after I came out, i put oil in my hair too - why not.In fact I even used anti perspirant, i was feeling veryfruity, and my underarms were totally smooth, like a baby, just kept going and I at the end, figuered why not, ive not been at the office in weeks = let me put on some perfume too, so I did.

So now, its like imall dressed up and ready to go to work, i get to work, and find out i can not do anything, so I take 100 JODS from my manager, and I willwork from home again - and I will come back in at night to work on a VERY VERYinane stupid sillyporblem that I can not dowhile everyone else is at the office.

So keep in mind, im already feeling veryfruity, gay and and dressed up for a lack of better word, and im thin too

So on my way back, I flag down a taxi driver, I have no small bills on me, so I call Adee, hes on the phone, it does not work, then I call yazanand ask himif hes still at my house, and he is, then I ask if Adee is still at my house,, he is there, then I ask him to have Adee meet me downstais with some small change to pay the taxi (I Onlyhave two fifties). So, on the way there it becomes veryclear that this taxi driver is not muslim -

It also becomes very clear that he is interested in talking to me about sex, he is fascinated to learn that I am not from jordan, he is fascinated to know that I am married and 25 years old, and he is fascinated speciifcally about my sexual leansings I guess. He is asking if I like to have sex, (specifically min waraa, from behind, i.e. anal sex) and I defelct bysaying not soo much, I explain to him that smoking is my only real vice that I can not seem to leave, he asks me if I have a girl friend while my wife is gone, i indicate no, he asks me if I live alone, and I was like yea, I am very lonely, do youwant to have some tea (its not REALLY what I want to say, but my arabic is not good enough to make actual sense, so Iuse myown words in my own way) then he is ALL HAPPy and even giggley, this is a 45-48 year old sleezy looking thin man. Then he asks me if he can give me a massage (now, i gave him benefit of the dount and told him I do not want any sharmootas (prostitutes) thinking that he was willingn to take me to a hooker or something, and hes like no no no, not that, I meant, oh from ‘rajul?’ and hes like YES, and im thinking, ok not too bad, a free massage, I guess I could use one - why not. Then he asks if he can come in and if i am  alone, and not wanting to destroythis opportunity cause well to be honest, its the most inttesring person i have met all week, I say yes, i am alone (there are 3 guys in my apartment) -

So, I agree to the massage, and try to coax him into my house, but when he realized I am with someone, he BOLTS out of there so fast - too be honest, i was just having a nice time and was hoping to have a guest over for some tea - but he REALLY MUST have been gay. No other reason why he bolted out of there, and Adee immediately knew something was too strange - if he is/was gay, that would make just too many gays I have met here in amman (seriosuly, there are a lot ot gay bars and what not going in  this ‘city’) - its like being inthe artsy area of some towns inthe states.