Chris from Toronto. I'm not telling you what I have on!!!
Okay, so I'm pretty hung over. Last night I went to David's Birthday party and Sarah (who is awesome) gave me a drink with like 40% alcohol from Cuba in it. It was crazy. It also had mint and lemoniness. I think she called it a Mohito. We danced to the dj that David had in his living room (crazy) and hung out with a myriad of people. Anyway. I go home. I go to sleep and at 6am the phone rings. It's Chris. From Toronto. I do not know Chris, nor does anybody else in the house. He is extremely drunk and talking in slurs. "hhiiiii it's ch-ris" and I ask him if he wants to talk to Niki because Niki knows a Chris and he repeats his first line. Than I say who do you want to talk to and he says "You". Great. I tell him, well, I'm sleeping! "Whyyyy is t-hat". Cause its 6am in the friggin morning. Then he blurts out in the same slow extremely drunken voice, "whhhhat do you ha-ve oooon?". I tell him I'm not talking to him about that and hang up the phone. God, that would be THE worst phone sex ever! He phoned again. I let it ring so the machine would pick it up. All my roomates are up by this point. Surprisingly, Chris from Toronto doesn't leave a message. But he calls again and this time he talks to Niki. "hhiiiiiiii it's ch-ris". Niki asks him three times who he wants to talk to, unfortunatly she said our names but nothing happened and I'm pretty sure he's not remembering a word of this. He guesses Jackie. Jackie talks to him briefly and is like ummmmm-okay. Peace out dude. Hangs up. He calls. Again. Niki finds out where he's from and gets his last name and tells him to stop calling. He's Chris from Toronto. He makes an effort to call one last time and Jackie takes the phone yells at him and tells him that if he calls one more time we'll trace the call and phone the cops. Thankfully this shut him up, whoever he was, and we were able to go back to sleep after making sure all the doors and windows we're very locked. Goodnight Chris from Toronto. "I don't pity you, the headache you'll have when you awake in the morning. In the meantime, sleep well and dream of large women." (anyone who can tell me where that qoute is from gets 10 points). Thankfully I have coffee in snowman cup. Yesterday I wrote and sketched three pages worth of strips for my Graphic Novel. Ink is hard to master but very cool. I'm working on that again today but for now I think my mood is more adaptable to reading about the evolution (or demolition) of social programs in Canada.