weird-ass message

so, it's a sunny and somewhat cool afternoon here on Mutual Street in Toronto.

this morning I had my orientation for Abercrombie & Fitch, pretty great times. I thought it was quite bizarre when I discovered we as models had to offer everyone skinny jeans, even people without legs, as to be inclusive to all. that's... polite, right? right.

anyway, before going to the Eaton Centre, I received a rather bizarre message in my inbox, from a completely unidentifiable number. I am now going to listen to it several times and do my best to transcribe it to you. Mind you there's tonnes of mumbling, here I go.

"Message 4, from phone number (416) XXX-XXXX, received today at 1:02AM.

Allo, comment ça va? C'est ton A S, euh depuis qu'un an j'ai mangé des sausages, puis c'est tres bien pour la santé, puis je demandera pour un von-von va vague en vaaiiii, ça va lai de retour sont des bon chips, alors tu dois manger des chips pour avoir les bon santés, moi je l'ai le pork a lai pork pour le fuckin beer, c'est bon, C'EST BON! (Background laughter.)

End of message."

ah yes, nothing says good morning quite like a message like that. it was a male voice by the way, a lot of the words were slurred, most likely due to alcohol. pretty hilarious, though, I must say... i think.

yesterday was the end of the world, it was awful. I was afraid of walking to the washing machine, in fear of throwing up on the way there or back. I still have some residual nausea (mind you it's Sunday afternoon and I got drunk Friday night,) so that was one huge-ass muthafuckin' hangover.

I'm off to study Spanish and English, because I'm a good student. I miss home quite a bit, I'm going to write a letter to Ben today. have a good one, hope you're enjoying the last little bits of summer!

yours
Joel