Fursa Sa'ida فرصة سعيدة

Literally "Happy chance," but it means "Nice to meet you" in Arabic. (I chose the name when I was living in Egypt.)

If you're looking for substance, there's a handy link called "Analysis" right down below, which I invite you to check out. The rest is shorter thoughts, humor, caps lock, and the occasional personal post. Ask me anything you like.

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emmadelosnardos:

Oh, makes me really wish that I had short hair again.

Oh, MAN, I was out with three of my friends tonight and at one point they were all telling me that I HAVE NO CHOICE I HAVE TO CUT MY HAIR SHORT AGAIN. I loved my short hair. I got tired of it. I decided to have long hair for a while. Still having fun with that. Still don’t want to get my hair cut every six weeks, especially when the only place I know to do so here a) is aaaages away from where I live and b) may not even DO short hair well, since the girl who recommended it to me has long hair.

And it doesn’t help that one of these friends used to have a crush on me and has a thing for girls in short hair. Or that another of them—who meant only to joke, I’m sure—kept telling me that he wasn’t asking, he was informing me, I had no choice, it was getting cut.

AAAUUUGH LEAVE ME ALONE

(Not directed at you, emma, IN ANY WAY, it just made me think of it again.)

Jul 29
emmadelosnardos:

Oh, makes me really wish that I had short hair again.

Oh, MAN, I was out with three of my friends tonight and at one point they were all telling me that I HAVE NO CHOICE I HAVE TO CUT MY HAIR SHORT AGAIN. I loved my short hair. I got tired of it. I decided to have long hair for a while. Still having fun with that. Still don’t want to get my hair cut every six weeks, especially when the only place I know to do so here a) is aaaages away from where I live and b) may not even DO short hair well, since the girl who recommended it to me has long hair.
And it doesn’t help that one of these friends used to have a crush on me and has a thing for girls in short hair. Or that another of them—who meant only to joke, I’m sure—kept telling me that he wasn’t asking, he was informing me, I had no choice, it was getting cut.
AAAUUUGH LEAVE ME ALONE
(Not directed at you, emma, IN ANY WAY, it just made me think of it again.)
emmadelosnardos:

Oh, makes me really wish that I had short hair again.

Oh, MAN, I was out with three of my friends tonight and at one point they were all telling me that I HAVE NO CHOICE I HAVE TO CUT MY HAIR SHORT AGAIN. I loved my short hair. I got tired of it. I decided to have long hair for a while. Still having fun with that. Still don’t want to get my hair cut every six weeks, especially when the only place I know to do so here a) is aaaages away from where I live and b) may not even DO short hair well, since the girl who recommended it to me has long hair.
And it doesn’t help that one of these friends used to have a crush on me and has a thing for girls in short hair. Or that another of them—who meant only to joke, I’m sure—kept telling me that he wasn’t asking, he was informing me, I had no choice, it was getting cut.
AAAUUUGH LEAVE ME ALONE
(Not directed at you, emma, IN ANY WAY, it just made me think of it again.)

emmadelosnardos:

Oh, makes me really wish that I had short hair again.

Oh, MAN, I was out with three of my friends tonight and at one point they were all telling me that I HAVE NO CHOICE I HAVE TO CUT MY HAIR SHORT AGAIN. I loved my short hair. I got tired of it. I decided to have long hair for a while. Still having fun with that. Still don’t want to get my hair cut every six weeks, especially when the only place I know to do so here a) is aaaages away from where I live and b) may not even DO short hair well, since the girl who recommended it to me has long hair.

And it doesn’t help that one of these friends used to have a crush on me and has a thing for girls in short hair. Or that another of them—who meant only to joke, I’m sure—kept telling me that he wasn’t asking, he was informing me, I had no choice, it was getting cut.

AAAUUUGH LEAVE ME ALONE

(Not directed at you, emma, IN ANY WAY, it just made me think of it again.)