Hihi jooooonie joons,
Ugh only Tuesday? I wish it was the weekend already. Work hard, play harder… But I can’t play when people expect legit sh*t from me, that’s just how it is. Can’t get away with a semi-hangover when reality is ready to kick your ass.
At least that’s what my pedar (father) always says. According to him, “Farrah, you should only go out vonce on de veekend othervise you vill be too tired to get your vork done.”
Um yeah, thanks Baba.
“Ter-ust me, I know best dige.”
Did I mention that my daddy goes out to play ALL WEEKEND. In fact, he has weekly ping pong (wtf) and poker nights.
My Irooni father is like MOST Iranian/MidEastern fathers- he “knows best” therefore, I better do exactly what he says otherwise I’m basically going to suck at life.
If S&F has been ANY indication whatsoever to you, I don’t exactly listen to my Baba and I made it pretty clear after high school, because unlike most Irooni children, I didn’t go straight to college. I didn’t know what I wanted to be– I only knew that I DIDN’T want to be a lawyer, doctor or engineer.
So much to my parent’s horror, I went to junior college. Which they NEVER talk about even to this day– but I will be the first to admit:
If I hadn’t gone, I would’ve never gotten into a great university. I would have never scored a legit job.