i was having a good jummah. until. that sheeda. he's such a swine [it's mummy's expression of utter disgust at a person. thought *i* would never use that as an insult] giving me that toothless grin as if he's completed the work he's supposed to be doing without me asking him multiple times. he's got the nerve to ask how my parents are when he knows he hasn't done diddly squat to take care of me. i have a funny story that i think of to cool my temper when i see him. it involves him wearing a gifted white sleeveless stretch shirt that says in shocking pink writing miss sexy b on top of all of his clothes. backwards. hah. feel much better now