I am now officially an '80s drug dealer. I bought a new cell phone today, A pretty pimp one and it cost me not too much. 1 kiloham, to be exact (kiloham = 1000 UAE dirhams. Clever, yes?), which is about $275 USD. It's a slidy Samsung (not the ultra pimp one...that one was way too much phone for me, period) and unfortunately it has a camera and a video camera, meaning I may need to surrender it at certain places in the city. Ridiculous. I have some serious problems with the built in ringtones and of course the dumb thing doesn't come with an uplink cable so that I can download a normal, human ringtone for my stinking phone. It looks pretty good, though, and it definitely seems like it will last as long as I need it to. That means I will also be switching to Cingular when I get back to Amerikah so all you kids with Cingular can talk to me way more than you want to for no money. Seeing as Snow and Flake have the ugly duckling of carriers (T-mobile), they're just shit outta luck.

The heat will threaten to kick my ass starting Friday, when I begin to spend entire days outside (well, from 5am to 9am, then 5pm to 7pm) outside for the photoshoot. Brian and I will melt. The models' makeup I'm sure will disintegrate to soup. Ah, the working life.