02.08.07

11:41 p.m.

san francisco peoples, allow me to whore myself out for a moment:

ok, listen. san francisco peoples, listen! i need your help. i have a line on getting myself a job spinning housemusic at a club. a residency, if you will. but, there's a catch. and this catch, this catch is where you can come in with the helping.

see, the promoter, he wants to see if i can bring people into a club. so, he tells me (three hours ago) to get thirty women together and put their names down in an email. he tells me to then send said email to him and he, in turn, will put those thirty names on the guest list, allowing the formentioned women complementary entrance up into the club this friday.

the club? harry denton's rouge. the party? passport. here's a link (it's a little outdated but, i assure you, it's going down friday). it's all about the housemusic. happy times and all that.

so, ladies! do you live in san francisco? do you wanna get up in the club? send me your name!

ladies! do you have friends who are also girls who want to get up into the club as well? send me their names!

guys, i'm sure your lady friend would enjoy a night out! send me their name! also, you can impress with the whole "don't worry baby, i got you on the guest list" thing. i can almost see the swooning now.

san francisco peoples, does your mom want to ride? we can provide! we have the accommodations!

ok, well, maybe not your moms. but, you get the idea. come on! really, you'll have fun. really.

also, i don't want to you say you never done nothing for me but, you know.

what have you done for me lately?