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So tonight I got an interesting phonecall. (other than the long conversation me and mimbulus had ;)) It seems someone has given me VIP passes for a special party as a birthday present in one of the hottest clubs in the country. The woman who informed me that said I'd be mailed the invitations if I promised to come there. Obviously I couldn't promise her because well, it's my birthday and my family's taking me to a very posh restaurant as it is (they have good margaritas and I want them :D). But it did raise some questions:
1. I go clubbing very rarely. My friends are such geeks, they don't club regularly as well. Who the hell knows me good enough to remember my birthday AND have inner connections in a hot club like that?
2. Why the hell was I given the invitations if that person probably knows I don't club?

Er.

*shrugs* I'd probably see if I can arrange a group date and perhaps I'll club for once in a while. Eh.

So anyway, today is Viggo "I am sex incarnated as Aragorn" Mortensen's birthday, and I'm spamming in his honour!

Spamity spam proceeds!

Warning: You might be experiencing frothing at the mouth and perhaps a twist in your panties by the end of it, don't say I didn't warn you!

( Viggo Viggo Viggo...*horny sigh* )

And you know what's frightening? I actually wrote this spam in half an hour. My mind frightens me sometimes.

Edit: I think someone has copied 90% of my Interests list to her own livejournal. Yes, even those who aren't so vastly popular. How weird is that?

(no subject)

So tonight I got an interesting phonecall. (other than the long conversation me and mimbulus had ;)) It seems someone has given me VIP passes for a special party as a birthday present in one of the hottest clubs in the country. The woman who informed me that said I'd be mailed the invitations if I promised to come there. Obviously I couldn't promise her because well, it's my birthday and my family's taking me to a very posh restaurant as it is (they have good margaritas and I want them :D). But it did raise some questions:
1. I go clubbing very rarely. My friends are such geeks, they don't club regularly as well. Who the hell knows me good enough to remember my birthday AND have inner connections in a hot club like that?
2. Why the hell was I given the invitations if that person probably knows I don't club?

Er.

*shrugs* I'd probably see if I can arrange a group date and perhaps I'll club for once in a while. Eh.

So anyway, today is Viggo "I am sex incarnated as Aragorn" Mortensen's birthday, and I'm spamming in his honour!

Spamity spam proceeds!

Warning: You might be experiencing frothing at the mouth and perhaps a twist in your panties by the end of it, don't say I didn't warn you!

( Viggo Viggo Viggo...*horny sigh* )

And you know what's frightening? I actually wrote this spam in half an hour. My mind frightens me sometimes.

Edit: I think someone has copied 90% of my Interests list to her own livejournal. Yes, even those who aren't so vastly popular. How weird is that?