crushin

shitty when you realize that you're still crushin on a girl who you liked awhile back who didnt pay you much mind when you were single and o-so-available but now that you're not she's talkin to you. ouch. especially when she makes you nervous when you are supposed to be focused on playing music. not wondering what she's doing over there...

Dick

mr dylan and i tend to have interesting conversations often...today we began discussing the name richard and its nickname...dick.
we began to ponder the resilience of such a name after all the years of torment, negative connotations, and teasing.
its one thing to accept the name richard as a representation of your new born child...richard is respectable, with predecessors such as richard the lionheart, former ruler of great britain along with the other richard royalty lineage, or richard branson of "virgin" (as in records, airlines, cola, etc) fame.
but still the name richard can be silly and embarrassing as in richard simmons sweatin to the oldies, or richard milhouse nixon sole bearer of impeached u.s. president title.

it is an entirely different thing to accept that the name richard will be somehow transformed into a shortened "dick", which as a side note makes absolutely no sense.
it should be forbidden in a child's upbringing that he is ever referred to as dick by his parents or guardians. it should then of course be assumed that any self respecting man would avoid introducing himself as or allow the reference to himself to be "dick".
why, oh why, do these poor pathetic men continue to identify with such a term that we all know should remain reserved to one not so favorable aspect of the male human anatomy.

are we to assume then that it is acceptable to refer to any richard as dick, should we fear that we might insult this person by doing so? should we fear that this person might actually prefer this nickname?

one last thing...if all richards are referred to as dick, what does that really say about
little richard?

its quite stupid

how people get attention in the newspapers these days...
so there's this kid who was "living" in the NYU library for 7 months apparently...and it was in the Post. sound ridiculous, but made me laugh anyways...
idiot

i actually think his website is blowing up right now because of all the press but you should check it out when he increases his bandwidth...

trans atlantic move

EXTRA! EXTRA! BIG NEWS!
ahem.
attention all readers of this lovely blog.
ms nasty and tha sweets will be making a rather large move sometime either next week or the week following.
i know i know. i can hear it now..."where are you going", "i cant believe you're leaving us", "isnt it too soon for you two to be making such a commitment", "nasty you move too much", "please dont go"...
well you can all rest assured, while the option to move many places such as hawaii, spain, london, paris, rome, a tiny island in the mediterranean, san francisco, brooklyn, seemed quite tempting, we've decided to make our drastic move to the following location:

apt #6
exact same building
ny,ny

for those of you who have visited the multipurpose room you'll soon realize that this is the apartment next door...and for any of you who have attended a "party" in the mulitpurpose room, you'll soon realize that this is the very same apartment from which any and all noise complaints came from.

so there you have it. pretty impresive huh?
i know it sounds incredibly stupid, but you'll have to come over to the new spot in order for me to explain the motivation behind this...and it'll give you a chance to see the new real-people size fridge (as opposed to the mini "im a freshman in college" fridge that currently holds my scarce supply of food in the multipurpose room).
tell me what you think...

bad dj's

really know how to ruin a party...which is probably why any of you who were at snapshot last night weren't feeling the music until daryl came on a little after midnight. i must apologize to all for the lack of inspiration last night and the poor selection of tracks from your little dj over here. my mood was off, the rain scared away our patrons, i didnt have much sleep because of the illness at my abode, i could still barely stand due to the recent stiletto incident, and i started the night off way too slow. everyone was in a strange mood last night. it was entertaining to watch the snapshot crew show up one by one each of us in some sort of funk and then to see the result of the combination. the night, overall, really didnt turn out as bad as i am inferring, it actually went pretty well. we still have a lot of work to do...but look out for snapshot to be THE sunday pride party in NYC for EVERYONE. thats whats in the works.
in other news
i am going to ask ms j out on a date tonight...
i want to take her out to dinner to celebrate her promotion and the fact that we will soon be able to go to the gym together on our lunch breaks.
i hope she says yes (fingers crossed).

it does seem as though i have a lot of people to take out to dinner these days. there's jodi, whom i've owed said dinner to for months now (i was also supposed to take her out when she first got me this job...but my ass was broke), karen, who's birthday was on saturday but i was too busy fucking up my ankles and taking flashy pictures to attend her soiree at Rose's Turn thus leaving me with the option to spend some qt with her at dinner which i will of course purchase, and there will always be toni-marie, whom i will forever be taking out to dinner...but thats just how it goes. we switch of between broke-dom. when im piss ass broke, she buys, when she's piss ass broke, i buy. when we're both piss ass broke, we make rice. ah the joys of being broke in a relationship...this will all change now that missy has a JOB. good work toni.
this will be a long day.

I seriously loathe

hospitals.
serious. when i walk into an establishment such as this, my gag reflex is tried and tested. i immediately imagine ailing bodies on gurneys, blood gushing, stomachs vomiting, doctors screaming for scalpels, and all of this contaminating me, thus causing me to vomit, then faint in my puddle of stomach acids and digested food.
these are my horrid thoughts as i blindly and timidly stumbled into the emergency room this afternoon to visit my ailing girlfriend who spent the better part of the morning hooked up to needles infusing her blood with saline and experiencing doctors prodding an unmentionable area. toni-marie is well now, after spending her long exhausting night reacting to the nastiness that is food poisoning. it hurts to see your baby ill when you can do little aside from getting her ginger ale at four in the morning and holding back her hair.
i, aside from nearly passing out at Beth Israel, am sure to be worthless after my stint as resident dj at *snapshot* this evening. with little sleep in me at this moment looking ahead to a long evening followed by another sleepless night, i can appreciate one thing...
we are watching the saturday night live 25 year anniversary special and they replayed the HILARIOUS skit with the celine dion talk show...i love to hate that woman...its just too easy.
work is about how i expect it to be...a little slow, nice outside so the weather taunts me as i gaze through the window and listen to fucking jewel on the television...i hate jewel so much more than i hate celine dion.
and i want this day to end...right...now.

stilettos

in addition to the varying strangeness that i encountered this weekend, i arrived at work this morning with two strained possibly sprained ankles...one of which spent its sunday purple and blue and iced and elevated.
Why? you ask?
well let me give you the simple details...
this weekend was "the photoshoot". for any of you who know what snapshot is or what its about...you may realize how important this photoshoot was for the better of our humble little night. thus began the pressure to capture the essance of what we want snapshot to be...
along with jackie, sienna, adam, frankie the stylist, andrea, terry, and yumi, i skipped over to avenue a and 1st st from my home which is on 2nd ave & 6th st. jackie decided to wear the stilettos she would be coveting while modeling on the trip over to the location and about halfway thru realized that her feet hurt terribly. i, being the helpful and loving producer/director of said shoot, offered to switch my flip flops
for the infamous stilettos. having not worn stilettos ever let alone no heels for about 5 or 6 years, i oddly clumped my way about 5 or 6 blocks to the location. once there, we began our hurried shoot and captured the essence of snapshot...or so we hope. after returning home, i soon realized that my feet were aching in areas i wasnt sure existed before this incident. i awoke the next morning with severe discoloration on the assumed "never used before" area of my ankle. i was therefore unable to return the $350 diane vonfurstenburg dress that i had purchased at bloomingdale's specifically for the shoot, until myself and the designer realized that the new bloomies had just opened up in SoHo. next time you see frankie, be sure to ask him about the diane vonfurstenburg incident in which the sales lady seemed o so happy to see me purchase, tho i being completely unaware of what the fuck she was even talking about pretty much ignored her, thinking she was talking to someone else in line named diane.
the photo shoot came out well, my foot will heel(pun intended), the dress was returned thus restoring normalcy to my bank account, and the stress was relieved upon delivering the result of the photo shoot to my beloved graphic designer and forever friend miss bertalotto in boston.
happy ending.

at this very moment

i am beginning my friday. tho i still want to be in bed. honestly, someone has been keeping me up these past few nights and its really been bothering me. i havent gotten enough sleep especially after tuesday night.
i dont really have much to say but im sure my weekend will bring forth many tidbits of juicy information.

me

I
AM
REALLY
BUSY
...
and i get off on shit like that...

good as you

without repeating all that you are about to read...lets just say that this conversation began at work when my sheltered, normally reserved and seemingly innocent pal kristen stated "i think its so gay..." this immediately sparked my interest and thus unleashed a rather in depth debate amongst myself, kristen, kim, and the all knowing rob bass. along with his infinate wisdom comes his use of practicality, which he engaged and looked up this friendly little website...
gay

snapshot

i was away yesterday. i apologize. i was actually quite busy here at the lounge. i received a shiny new computer for the wonderful world of data entry that i've stumbled upon. i was overwhelmed with snapshot party troubles and concerns, and this place was a madhouse...thus time for blogging slowly slid down the list of important things to do on tuesday. enough excuses.
great things did come together yesterday in the world of snappy snapshot for our new night at our new venue which also happened to be nicco's benefit for top surgery. i spoke to the ladies at GO magazine...a monthly lesbo mag here in the greater nyc area, and they hooked us up with some consideration for coverage in next months issue and we began as a distribution point for their mag...a place where the lovely ladies can pick up their fav mag and take it home with them...leave it next to the toilet like i do and read it when they poo.
upon arriving at my house in the flustered state i was in, i immediately began final cut pro boot camp with sam who was attempting to put her documentary on dvd. we ran into bullshit problems, which sucked, and ended up having to use a really badly compressed version. when i finally got to the club i had trouble with the mixer but once kim anne arrived everything was flowers because she showed me the way and she is wonderful.
the best part about last night, despite the fact that it was an incredible turnout, was that i got to see two long lost friends...the infamous ms tamme t (of friendster and myspace fame) and shady shay straight outta hotlanta...tho here to stay if i have anything to do with it. otherwise the usual suspects came by to make me smile, the littles, t'ai's, randee's, michelle's, sam's, terry's, frankie's, and everyone else i forgot because im exhausted and at work on very very very little sleep.
my set was, i have to admit, hotness. the kids seemed to like it and shook their asses like they do when i drop the cuts. i got a special visit from the lounge crew consisting of ms j, the seder queen and johnny z the z man. twas an interesting night folks and im quite proud of our little night that could...and did. shout outs to my girls on the team...we pulled this together. finally.
and the rest is history. i apologize for the unenthusiastic writing you are reading...i am out of it. more to come, tho please feel free to comment about your experiences last night if you had the pleasure of being there.

werk

im back. at work that is. and im blonde, among other things.
play by play of nasty's weekend:
friday immediately after work i went to patrick's, my hair-man extraordinaire, where i spent a good four hours getting bleached, then re-bleached, then toned, then cut, then re-bleached, etc. anyways, i've come out quite blonde, white actually in some areas... its hot.
i then did the rounds with my boyfriend frankie. we went to the hole to promote a little and to meet up with some peeps to pick up some of my stray belongings. we then skipped over to gonzales y gonzales...a very strange restaurant/salsa dance club type thing where sweets was eating with friends then getting her dance on. she was shocked by my hair but soon got over it.
in contract with frankie to go to phoenix again, we went for one guinness, then retired at my house to smoka smoka.
next morning was absolutely beautiful in this wonderful city we call new york. i took a stroll with the wife and soaked in the sun. we then went up to the bronx to have a family dinner with my extended puerto rican family. dinner was really nice then we brought the latina invasion over to sacha's "house party" which consisted of us, sacha, nicco, jackie, and andrea...quite the party.
sunday sunny sunday the misses and i went for a beautiful stroll through soho and into the west village where we finally settled on a place for brunch. we ate at the garage and after two mimosas we went home to pass out before our inevitable encounter with the entire crusty old mullet-headed dyke population of new york and new jersey...
thing is, on saturday night two concert tickets fell into toni's lap and well, being the uber-dyke that she is, she loves the performer, who is none other than our crusty old dyke representative Melissa Etheridge. dreading this experience i was actually interested in her performance, and happy to see my girl smiling.
the lesbo fest was exhausting and my bed was appreciated once i got to it.
i'd like to thank the sweets for a great weekend, o and i would especially like to thank the weather because it made my weekend extremely cheerful...
wow, see how opotomistic the sunshine and plenty of sex makes me!

sunny friedaze

i am still at work. tho this week could be considered a fast moving one, it is GORGEOUS outside and im stuck inside. i feel like a 5th grader on her last day of school during her last class on the most beautiful day of the year, vacantly staring out the window...
my evening is undetermined as of yet but i have solid plans to meet with bon jovi (as he is affectionately referred to by frankie) to have my hair did. its about time too. for some reason i've settled into the "boring hair" category lately and i think the sun and warmth have inspired me to return to my outrageous behaviour that rewarded me with many memorable experiences over the summer. so when you see me on tuesday night i might look a bit different...which is a very good thing. and i REALLY need clothes because i look like a clothes-recycling poster girl for hippies on how to mismatch the three outfits you own.
other than that, the sweets is angry with me because she wants to go be salsa queen with her latino counterparts and whitey over here cant dance anyways but regardless has a job to do in promoting because tiny dancer has to go on hiatus from the city with her new girl. and then theres the stress of these flyers of which a genious idea was handed to me by berti the ever so talented graphic designer/one time best friend (tho i will often still refer to her as such), and frankie the stylist as already been incorporated into this mix tho we are still without models and other essential components.
tapping my fingers waiting until 3.30 when i will meet the sweetness for my lunch break for a stroll in the park.
did i ever mention that i love new york city.

i

saw the dyke at the gym again today...

Gina Gershon

ok so this could be quite interesting...if they knew what they were doing and used the proper footage.
in the month of september, i attended the folsom street fair with some friends of mine who currently reside in san francisco. before leaving the house we intently downed a small bottle of maker's mark and a couple of beers. upon arrival to the fun fetish festival, we continued to ingest many alcoholic beverages. the day soon turned to night and after drinking at a bar near folsom street we stumbled to the great american music hall to attend a rock show that we had just been informed of that day. performing with some makeshift band was none other than gina gershon who was actually promoting her upcoming movie prey for rock and roll. tho this show wasnt much promotion due to the incredible lack of talent, it was still a great time. we arrived before the show began and waited in line with hords of other lesbos anticipating one of the most dreamt about dykons. while in line, a film crew was parading around taking b-roll and shooting interviews...
i, frunk as duck, of course didnt hesitate to jump in front of the camera and spurt incoherent nonesense out of my mouth about who knows what. and tho i'll be the first to admit that i dont remember what i said, let alone many events of that particular night (except that it ended with handcuffs which may have been inspired by the festival), i will say that the producers would be foolish to leave out any juicy footage that i provided that night, not to mention that i was accompanied by a beautiful woman wearing little more than electrical tape on her nipples.
that being said...
the footage was turned into a show rather than a film and is airing on ifc friday nights at 10.30pm. this friday's episode is about her show in san francisco...
so check it out because you might see me actin a fool...which would be quite entertaining...oh and if you have room on your couch and cable tv and want company before going to the hole or something, email me. i need to see my stupid self.

breakups

are pretty much always shitty, but it especially sucks when they happen to those you love, ie. your best friend. and tho you are always there for one another when times get rough, etc, etc, it is a true test of love when the inferred best friend calls you up at your bedtime when you've just returned home from a romantic dinner with your girlfriend and are planning on doing a little sumthin, not to mention that you are in your pj's (or partially out of them) and wearing your geeky glasses, and pretty much looking like poop. worse still that the location of your meeting is a VERY gay boy, well maybe we'll say gay manly bar that of course on this wednesday night is unbelievably packed with cruising daddies eagerly buying $1 buds/bud lights.
so anyways. just let it be known that i love my friends and will, apparently, do just about anything for them.
it has been a strange week here at the lounge and today ms j is out sick. this makes nasty sad because the lounge just isnt the same without her and she really didnt look too good yesterday along with the fever and the droopy eyes. d-man is back which is a good thing but i dont get to see him all day since he's downstairs.
and today is my um, month-i-versary, or something. 4 mohths, which isnt a lot or anything to write about but its on my mind so you should know.
i think im addicted to the post.
when i dont include it in my daily routine, i feel incomplete. its like the shot of tequila before getting a tattoo in mexico, the line of coke before going onstage with an arena rock band, or the bowl smoked before a final at umass amherst. point is, i need my post, and sad to admit, but i kinda need page six too.
how depressing it is to become on of the "suits".

hotness

this is to compliment the post i did the other day about my friend cory who's on the hot or not site...
hotness

i love it. props to the girl who needs to move here but cant right now

bitin'

i simply have to repost all of ms j's more interesting posts...such as this.
garbage pail kids kick ass. serious. i made my very own nasty mcnasty. do yours...
build your own garbage pail kid

hurtin

and its not that i drank so much at all really. i began my post work routine at home with one michelob ultra, ya thats right i said it, michelob ultra. i then patiently awaited the arrival of the sweetness...reunion was bliss once she entered the door but anyways back to the drinking. i had a meeting with the snapshot biatches at the kings head tavern where i consumed one vodka cranberry. upon drinking this concoction, i realized that i hadnt eaten very much at all during the day so i shoveled down a few forkloads of pork fried rice. satisfied with the rice lining my belly i then headed to beauty bar to begin our final night at this location. after setting everything up i began my set and calmly drank a vodka redbull. throughout the duration of the night i continued to have one more vodka redbull which i did not finish but rather left for my replacement dj starbaby linus when i decided that i felt nauseous and had to go home. mind you the whole 'replacement dj' thing was last minute, actually shortly after i assessed my condition and reported to my co-promoters my decision to leave. thus, i left my trusty ipod, charger, and 100 dolla headphones with starbaby. apparently she wrapped up around 3 and tiny dancer took over for her. i honestly did not think many people would be around that late especially since i was informed that the 2nd dj, who comes on at around 1, was not showing up. this is probably because he was only recently informed that he would not continue to spin for the highly acclaimed *snapshot* and wouldnt want to waste his time coming onto the island to play for a handful of uninterested lesbians. arriving at home was nice especially since i hadnt done so with my female counterpart in awhile. the scene that played out after we got home is very private unless you get a hold of that mini dv, or should i say those mini dv's.
there's something really nice about seeing someone you havent seen in awhile and actually getting to touch them, kiss them, and do other things to them. strange really because upon seeing them in person for the first time after this distance the connection is refreshed and there is real excitement as if you are meeting for one of the first times...i recommend little breaks such as these...good for you.
enough love advice from nasty. next week is the big one...i need help for flyer images. if it werent for berti the life saver i would have never been able to get this party where it is now. ok enough about me...
the d-man is out and jodi is sick, but not sick like me, like real sick

JO318aLisO: i feel really terrible today
JO318aLisO: my throat is killing me
JO318aLisO: if dylan wasn't out
Homefried1049: i dont want to talk about it
Homefried1049: im not feelin it
JO318aLisO: i would have been home
JO318aLisO: yeah but your hung over
JO318aLisO: i am sick

so im not real sick, just hung over and incapable of moving because i worked out with sickie over here and cant really walk, not to mention what i did last night.

i keep forgetting that my cat died.

Loves, the cat, passed about a month ago, maybe more. No one is certain of her time of death or whereabouts when she entered the gates of heaven. It is simply known that Loves led a lazy life with most difficulties occuring in the early days when she birthed 5 kittens affectionately named Sprite, Cola, Dr. Pepper, Mocha, and Ginger. As a kitten, Loves enjoyed accompanying a young ms nasty wherever her tomboy adventures took her. One incident occurred when ms nasty had to go to summer camp up in the Santa Cruz mountains. Being that ms nasty had just received Loves the cat as a birthday gift from her aunt Sabrina, she wanted the beloved feline to accompany her every move. For some ungodly reason, it was thought to be ok that the cat come along for the drive up the hilly roads and through the windy trees to the tipity top where the camp awaited. Throughout the duration of the trip, ms nasty experienced excessive clawing, scratching, and whining from the uncomfortable kitty. Upon arrival in bumfuck mountain retreat land, Loves the cat unexpectedly puked all over the unsuspecting ms nasty. Ms nasty never forgot this and as a result avoided bringing Loves along for adventures. The years were good to Loves the cat as she eventually reigned supreme over the household, tho not much attention was paid to her since her kingdom was outside. Loves the cat grew old, thin, and withered yet she still recognized ms nasty as she returned home from college and ventured outdoors calling her pet with a familiar melody created by ms nasty as a child when she realized that altho Loves the cat may not understand english, she'd be able to recognize a melody associated with her name, therefore enabling ms nasty to call the cat to her side. Lo-uuhhvvvs, she would call, and each year the cat emerged excited to see her long lost companion. They would share a few moments as ms nasty petted her pet but upon realizing that Loves the cat shed entirely too much hair, the ocd ms nasty would get up and return to spending time with the family she seldom saw. Time aged Loves the cat and eventually the family knew she would soon pass on. Tho ms nasty was aware that she had chosen a favorite when a new member to the family, chewy, a puppy lhasa apso was welcomed into the home, she still felt a closeness with Loves the cat. Their time together grew further and further apart, with more time being spent with the selfish pup. Finally the day came when the patriarch of the family that supported Loves the cat phoned his daughter ms nasty to inform her that it was believed that her beloved pet was dead. Tho no body was found and no trace of foul play uncovered, it is acceptable to believe that Loves the cat simply grew too old and did like most respectful dying felines do and disappeared to die peacefully somewhere. The news was not shocking to ms nasty, tho to this day she often forgets that her companion is no longer with us until something triggers her memory and forces her to accept the reality of this harsh world.

sweet tuesday

this is the day she returns. happy for me.
this is also the last tuesday i will spend at Beauty Bar wrestling with the sound system and wishing we could fit more heads in the bar. but its still a good reason for a party...so come if you live here, i've got some hot tracks i've been itching to play.

enough promotion. last night i went to the gym with ms j. we did cardio then we walked around like idiots with this photocopied workout from fitness magazine. i got to see my gym crush, at least i think it was her. she didnt look as hot as last time but still lookin pretty good, somethin about those arms...
its been entirely too long since i've hung out with my friends and i hope they come out tonight. i spent my weekend like a loser, tho i got to spend some qt with miss randee and zoey the spazz.
the rain in nyc sucks. i have my plane tickets for sunny california which i will be visiting during the memorial day weekend...this of course means that i will not be making my annual mecca to Ptown, but i really could use a little bit of my backyard, sunshine, and mamma right about now...it will be sweets first time.

monday

i am tired.
i spent my sunday weakly attempting to get out of bed and do something productive which actually only happened twice. once to rent movies and pick up my indian food from next door (ya thats right i live on 6th st), and to go to randee's house to watch the L word and Sopranos...all of the above mentioned items where done lazily as a result of the effects of this.
my saturday was quite booked tho not as busy as thursday. i woke up late to meet my friend rachel at port authority for her weekend find an apartment trip. we walked around, sat in the park and chatted, went to look at some apts with her realtor, went shopping in soho, ate dinner at 7a. after dinner i went home to finally connect my turntables to my computer via my audio interface that came with my logic gold production bundle. i then hurriedly rushed over to remote lounge to watch a reading for pills, thrills, chills, and heartache: adventures in the first person with little and red. this was good...then again its always good to hear powerful readings especially when michelle tea is involved.
i was supposed to go to a show with ms j but, i am an asshole. thats just how it is. i seriously have an extremely difficult time trekking out to bumfuck brooklyn. tho in reality its not that far...im just a lazy asshole.
and i've gotten over the freedom fling i was on for the past week. time alone was quite wonderful and needed indeed but the presence of the sweetness is most definately missed. the beautiful returns tomorrow morning while i sleepily begin my long tuesday at work.
a lot of stuff going on for *snapshot* but not too much for us to handle since we've broken everything down. and if you've seen the flyer you know that we are all terribly embarrassed so if you've any images or ideas please let me know. you should also be aware that we misspelled "debauchery". um ya.
so now its monday and im at the lounge knowing i have a lot to do but i've acutally gotten to "evil 2" on snood and thats the farthest i've ever gotten so i think i'll play some more until i really start to loose my mind.

white people

as i am sitting on my stoop, something you'll usually find me doing when i am pretending to be a smoker, casually watching the yuppies and families pass myself and the enticing 'taj restaurant', i notice these two post frat balding thirty something boys exiting the lovely establishment below me. the bigger one grunts 'man i havent had so much bad beer in years', the other stupidly yet almost sarcasitic in its predictability responds with 'well lets get some more!'. this is where i live.

overbooked

last night i pretended that i was still in college when i would make plans with like 6 different people and try to fit everyone in at all these different places. it was fun.
the night began with "the meeting". something thats been needing to happen for quite awhile now. the members of the shady squad sat down to discuss our issues and revisions...
it ended up being quite a productive meeting and i feel pretty good about things tho im still pissed about the flyers. so for those of you who are our loyal followers, dont mind the new flyers for the new venue and completely disregard that my name is not listed as a dj, and possibly try to ignore the fact that they are absolutely ugly and super cheesy. but still come to our party because it will be none of those things.
anyways.
following the meet, my favorite ms red came over. the red and i did like the good native americans, the hoppin hip hoppers, the irie jamaicans, and the hippin hip hippies. we then went to therese's bday soiree at this muy interesting place called "pop burger"
.pop burger.
walk into what appears to be some snazzy burger joint, one which would belong only in chelsea, think nothing of it. continue thru to the backroom where the walls are decorated with hardwood embedded with speakers resembling car speakers. the wall behind the bar was a mirror with all these pint glasses hanging from little sticks that came out of the wall...
the clientele mostly sucked and red and i had some fun drumming up stories of why they were there in the first place. the best part were the female servers who all wore black pants and white beaters...and there was this one hottie who i couldnt keep my eyes off of. the angry, sexy, pouty eyed yet fire within, too beautiful for her own good, bitchy, older more mature much less cheese version of avril levine. ya the hotness...quite entertaining.
and we ran into kristen. kristen and i had interesting conversation of the typical kind but in a unique way...or maybe i was just high.
then off to cielo.
this was a BPM magazine party that i thought might be interesting so i had mr ali p keaton put my ass on the list. red and i went but we happened to smoke the sheesh outside so when i went in the pounding house music made me want to sit there, while inadvertently shaking my ass (still sitting), reading the new issue of BPM, and watching red dancing alone on the floor. marques wyatt was spinning tho we left before he went on because there were in fact, no free drinks.
red and i thought it would be fun to walk home...little w 12 and 9th ave to 2nd ave and 6th...so we did.
thus my night ended with a phone call to the sweets and an attempt to watch the new york documentary that i have from netflix.
then i woke up and it was 7.30am.

thrilling

that we can be so fucking connected these days...
creepy but quite possibly useful.
dodgeball

20 minute sweat

so i've been givin ms j shit for some time now because she goes to the gym on her lunch break...which is one hour long. this leaves her with exactly 20 min to do a cardio workout. the rest of the hour is spent travelling, changing, and showering. i thought it was ridiculous.
so here i am today, aware of the fact that i would be unable to attend the gym after work due to my usual overbooking.
guess what this asshole did?
ya...thats right 20 minutes of intense hip hop soundtracked sweaty running too fast for a short time treadmil workout. but i did work up a sweat, and burn 200 calories for those who care.
anyways.
the best part was in the locker room...as one might expect with a bunch of odd looking women galavanting around naked, with the occaisionaly hottie whom you of course do not get to see naked...not that im some pervert lesbo that gets off by hanging out in gym locker rooms or anything.
but anyways, speaking of lesbos...
as i returned to my locker tucked safely in the back corner, i see this big fat super butch dyke standing half naked right next to where i plan on changing. i thought it was funny but i did what any good lezzie would do and put on a hard face, pretended not to notice or care eventho we probably looked pretty funny. the two of us standing there half naked meekly attempting to dress while keeping ourselves covered, towels slipping off our bodies as we akwardly stepped into our pants...then tripped. i imagined someone coming to our section of the locker room and turning around thinking that it was the "lesbian" section, then maybe putting up a sign or something. we parted our ways without saying a word but both secretly acknowledging eachothers gayness. it was quite a moment.
so here i am back at work anticipating another party for co-workers. this place feeds me too much. but hey! at least i can go to the gym for 20 min to work off the shit i eat here...

sticker hell

ok so im surrounded by the little stickers with the addresses on them for a mass mailing im doing at the moment...
just want to give a shout out to my man big daddy e dogg, formerly of the 'shine, without him and his wisdom i would be lost in this mess of paper and glue...alas he has passed down the key to mass mailing and has given me the ability to teach a class entitled "how to be someone's bitch"
ah the good times at the 'shine, how i miss being a glorified intern doing shit work...
slave laborers

6 feet of mouth watering...

omg. we just received a 6 foot sub. as in submarine sandwich, as in very fucking long, as in taller than me. its sandwich wednesday here at the lounge and its my first time seeing this type of food stuff.
o-and i just heard from the infamous and well loved miss tamme t that she'll be making an encore appearance to make up for the fact that no one saw her but her girlfriend and her girlfriends mom.
she'll be at snapshot...on the night of the benefit for nicco...which isnt really a real snapshot night, but sort of...anyways. cant wait to hug my tamme t!

maybe its a straight thing...
cory

kid i work with...whaddya think?
i've never heard about this, but it def sounds like a straight people thing...

vent

my usual wednesday morning is groggy, tho not normally cranky. this morning, however, i may be a bit cranky. and its not for the lack of sleep or one too many red bull vodkas combined with waking up at 7.30. this particular morning it has a bit to do with a particular situation with particular individuals with whom im particularly involved with. dishing the details on this, a public forum, may not be entirely fair since i havent actually discussed the aforementioned details with the particulars themselves yet. therefore, i will simply state that shit can be shady. shadiness happens, and you can feel it creep up. not a good feeling when you're invested in something.
necessary to say that *snapshot* did go quite well last night, well at least in terms of my skills behind the decks. receiving three compliments that i was "playin the cuts", provided "really great music to dance to", and "go selecta!", no doubt aided me in repairing my bruised ego. brushing off any frustration or animosity i indeed had a lot of fun last night...mostly with my self, but occasionally amusing k-dawg who sought refuge in my cozy dj booth that is set up with boobie traps and is impossible to reach unless you know exactly where to step...kinda like pitfall, and the sporadic thumbs up and "raise the roof" type antics from trishy were very welcomed especially after the pre-party discussion.
enough of the vague retelling of this situation which most of you (if there is a "most" of you) probably dont understand or even care about.
now its time for my morning rituals which consist of reading the post, checking my email, checking friendster and myspace, and im-ing ms j about the gory details of my night.
and im finishing up a cold. i hate being congested. it simply adds to the crankiness.

*snapshot*

tonight.
*snapshot*
@ Beauty Bar
231 e. 14th st. btwn 2/3rd
10pm till 4am

drink specials

infamous *snapshot* slideshow

great music

NEVER a cover


come check it out at one of the last nights at the Beauty Bar before we move around the corner...

see you tonight

a little background please...

if one is to begin reading these exerpts of my life one might want a little background, simply as a platform from which to plunge into your daily entertainment that i will bring forth.
to begin.
currently i reside in this great city of new york. i work in this swell office along with my friend ms j and others whom i've recently befriended. i promote a night called *snapshot* which is now in its final weeks at the Beauty Bar on tuesdays but will continue on tuesdays around the corner at a venue called 2nd Nature. at this weekly soiree, i am a resident dj bringing you my take on what good hip hop, reggae, and shit you havent heard since your junior high school dance sounds like. in the spare time remaining, i can be found editing movies or filming things, any-things really, attempting to produce music or just out drinking (something i do quite often). i am usually in the company of my girl toni hereafter referred to as sweets, my boyfriend frankie d, or the usual suspects whom you'll soon embrace as your own.
i spend many hours in front of the computer im-ing with ms j, pestering the d man (a name i've affectionatly stolen from ms j), talking nonsense with the seder queen, and occaisionally answering the phone.

so now that you've learned a bit about nasty stay tuned for what promises to be quite an adventure in the world of blogging->

evidently i am easily persuaded. ms j and her daily posts have led me to this...a response to her call if you will. seeing as how i spend countless hours sitting in front of this computer i decided to put it to some use, if anything to chronicle my existance at this point in my life. so let it begin: the first blog. welcome to my mind and the usually incomprehensable thoughts that flow recklessly in and out of it throughout the duration of my usually uneventful day.