True Urban Legends

okay, so i think that painting an alligator on the wall of your room officially counts as laying roots. an alligator, a giraffe, an elephant, a tiger, a cactus, flowers, snails, butterflies and a ladybug? i'ma be there for a hot minute. that's my new appartment, and we got all the living room painted and my bedroom is now a safari scene. i'm in the process of rolling all my belongings in and i should be there by the weekend. We'll see how things progress in the next few.

i've had a reunion with the fabulous C from Vancouver, who i only knew elusively there, but now that he's talking about fijian passports, perhaps it's exclusively. he's the only one of the harem that has expressed that he wants to be the only one in the "united colours of bennetton montreal faction of fancy garcons" so i'll have to just roll with it. he's hilarious, as we had to joke about having fake papers to take the immigrant french course (everyone else wants papers saying they're legal, naaw, we want it the other way) and i have to take him away from his beer guzzling compatriots.

i didn't really take him far, as we went to cafe campus last nite to see the coloured lights rock it out, but before that, we loitered and people watched. it was awesome.

we had a most excellent night, and now i've roped him into the discussion group later on, and we are going to see killa kela for 3bux tonite at tokyo...whoo hoo.