aaaaand it's on again. 5
Tomorrow I go to the office to sign a contract and show them my passport.
No sewing for me, it seems: just heat, sand, and the comforting knowledge that I’m helping the world become a more sparkly place.
Tomorrow I go to the office to sign a contract and show them my passport.
No sewing for me, it seems: just heat, sand, and the comforting knowledge that I’m helping the world become a more sparkly place.
Poor Mark, shuffled here and there, never knowing if he’s going to be a desert dweller or a seamstress from one hour to the next. Doesn’t know whether he should put on his galabeyah or his thimble. It’s a tough life, but at least it isn’t boring.
Mmm. Galabeyah.
I should totally go native. It looks damn comfortable, and I can finally give voice to those steely-eyed Lawrence of Arabia fantasies I’ve been nursing all these years.
Don’t get me started on Lawrence of Arabia fantasies ;)
Keep it clean, kids, this is a PG-13 blog. If I see flowing-white-robe-erotica posted in the comments I’ll turn this car right around and there’ll be no Disneyland for anyone.
Are we there yet?