Birthday Dinner Countdown:
10 days
Marketing. Marketing is fucking key. I've announced my quest on Facebook, have an ad pending on the Merc, and yesterday I used the printer at Harlan's place of business to make little slips of paper with the site address to pass out to cute boys on the street.
In fact, I was in a Rite Aid downtown buying snacks to smuggle into The Dark Knight and a long-haired blonde guy went, "You look very hip, ma'am." Just like that. You look very hip ma'am.
I gave him a slip. Hi long-haired blonde guy, if you're reading!
Also, don't fret about the "phishing" warning that some of you are getting. Firefox flips its shit about my form, but I promise I will not give your email address to anyone trying to sell you boner pills. I mean, unless you're the winner and you suck at being my dinner date and ruin my birthday. In that scenario, I'll sell you up the river faster than you can say, "Hiphopapotamus."
But if the phsishing thing really worries you, just email your application here, and don't forget your photo!
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2 comments:
baaaaaaahahahahaha i love it! hope the internet helps you in every way possible! silly girl.
p.s. i'd totally be your date if i was in the area and had a penis. although since it IS me after all, i'm sure the penis is optional right?
You know, after I finished that blog I thought.. I bet Erica will have somthing to say about this.
If you don't find a date it means only stupid boys use the internet.
If I could post a picture as a comment, I would post one of you and I making out.
ATTENTION INTERNET BOYS! Erica kisses girls. And that's just one of her many charming qualities.
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