I really feel pretty good about stuff whenever I’ve just tidied the house; I think it appeals to the obsessive-compulsive in me. Of course, lying around while the filth builds up to my elbows appeals to the idle bastard in me, so this inner calm or whatever I’m feeling now is pretty rare.
I’ve overcome my inner sloth today because some dude is coming to see if he wants to buy my house and I think it’s quite important he isn’t greeted with semen stains and week-old washing up. Yes, I’m selling my house, yes there were stains.
I just googled for “party” – I do not know what the fuck is going on in this picture
Anyway, on to the main attraction:
This is a formal invitation for everyone within earshot to a New Year’s Eve party I am throwing at my house. I think it is going to be a pretty cool party, so you should totally come. There will be pizzas and booze and other things that you might expect to find at a party.
The only caveat here is that you need to know where my house is, so if you’re all “man, I’d like to go, but I have no idea where bob lives”, then you should mail me or something. If you are pretty OK then I will tell you where to come. I don’t mean to be mean or anything, I just do not want people turning up at my party who are all “buy generic viagra here”. Spamming a party is lame.
Can I come?
I should probably bring some banging choons, ’cause God knows you need help in that dept.
mwa~
Also, I have internet in my room. Although I can’t make Kopete work yet. I would challenge the network to a battle or wills, but I’m an apathetic student.
I’m a big fan of Meebo.com when browsers work but IM doesn’t.
I can offer penis enlargements, if you don’t want viagra?
Wait, that sounded a lot dirtier than I intended…
I’m a prince of some country you’ve vaguely heard of. As you know, my country is having problems. I had a bunch of money but I need help with the bank fees to release it. Can I come to your party, you give me some bank fee assistance and then I’ll bring you 10% of my riches.
Sound good?