So, it IS possible to find your soulmate by simply making a thoughtful, artistic poster of said soulmate in a well populated city (www.nygirlofmydreams.com)! I knew it! Easy as pie. Easy bake oven. Easy as a whore. A whore who is by definition, "easy".
So here's my go at LAguyofmydreams.com. Since I, however, cannot draw anything more than bubble letters, and will not resort to a poster illustration advertisement. So I guess this modest blog will serve as canvas. MY LAgomd.com is a tricky one though, being that he wore a powdered wig. This detail is made less unusual by the fact that it was Halloween season. Said night was Saturday, October 27th, the REAL night to celebrate Halloween. Not some wack Wednesday. I saddled up with some friends to barslashclub Falcon, the site of a very LA-high-school-reunion-Halloween-party-for-someone-named-Brandon-Beck (BAD hyphens! behave yourselves!). I forget LAgomd.com's name, I forget his occupation, and I forget if he was even wearing pants. But he had on a DIVINE Louis XIV powdered wig. Detail #2.
After finding the only clean lounge pillow on a booze-soaked bench, there appeared, to my left, LOUIS. As I slowly warmed up to the pleasant conversation and gentle flattery of this seductive monarch, it donned on me than my cocktail had come to its end. And this particular thought was more frightening to me than any John Carpenter masterpiece. But when I returned from my refill, Louis had vanished. Louis did mention, however, that he knew neither Brandon, our elusive host, nor attended the high school with any of these drunk-or-treaters. This is all I know.
But if YOU, however, if YOU have any details to the whereabouts of LAgomd.com, I implore you, write me. Or text me.
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