CRIBS: David style

 Well, let's start off in the bedroom. This is where the magic happens. No really, things disappear in here all the time and I'm the only one here. (Notice the poor man's wallpaper: maps!)

Welcome to the salon! This is where I will entertain my countless guests as I invite them to my plastic table. (also doubles as an jazzercize room, coming soon!)

 Now we come to the kitchen. Something funny happened with the camera here and it appears as if the dishes are dirty. That is merely an optical confusion, I always clean my dishes immediately after using them, just as any single man living alone tends to do. Pay no attention to the rust on that stove top, the guy told me it just gives it more of that authentic taste.

As you can see I almost mustered a smile showing my teeth here for you all, almost, which means I'm obviously in good spirits right? Of course that's right, morale is high and I even decided to shave for the first time in a month as you can see here so I am getting some things done.

So teaching four days a week here I am starting to feel a lot more settled in, I really enjoy my students, even the one who swore that Hollywood was the capital of the United States even when I said that was not the case. Who's got two thumbs and is enjoying their life? This guy! 

This Apartment is Becoming a Home

A feeling of great accomplishment swelled up within me as I bought a bed today, it's technically a double wide couch cushion that is rather stiff (I discovered this as I took a swan dive onto and bruised my sternum). Buying the bed I was able to negotiate it down a few hundred dirham using the broken arabic at my disposal. The man selling it to me was very excited for this single american to be purchasing this large piece of furniture to sleep on. I won't go into detail with what he was implying I could now accomplish with having a large mattress but it involved lots of suggestive hand motions and non stop laughter. Being a single american in my town is sending the sign that I am a promiscuous playboy about town and I am constantly having to answer questions saying "no I am not married, no I do not have lots of lady friends over, no I do not think I will become physically ill if I do not indulge myself constantly with them." 

A little bird.

The other day, as I was sitting casually in my room reading at my desk, this little bird flew into my apartment from an open window in my kitchen. He waddled on the floor then came over to right outside my room and looked at me, and I felt he was trying to tell me something. He then pooped on my floor without breaking eye contact and flew off back out the window. I'm going to find his nest, and crap all over it, I have the time my bird friend...I have the time.