plan ahead...in boston

thats right kiddies...nasty is coming to your neighborhood for a halloween party on the 29th of october.

miss sweeney herself is throwing this crazy bloodfeast, as she calls it, and i guarantee it will kick your ass...so plan the f*ck ahead and get out there

bloodfeast

of course there will be more later

welcome to new york...stick em up

if acquiring the ability to get around central park, maintaining an imprint of the subway system on my brain, knowing to avoid st. mark's place on my walk home, knowing where to get the best sushi, knowing what the colors that light up the empire state building represent on different nights, preserving an engrained disgust for midtown, ability to argue with a cabbie about the route he is taking, knowing where to get late night food of any flavor in my neighborhood, appreciating the best hidden parks, reading the post for entertainment but the times for real news, and even knowing of a good restaurant in brooklyn, isn't enough to certify me as a true new yorker...i believe my initiation has just occurred...

ladies, ladies, and some gentlemen...i have been robbed.

the incident occurred sometime between 2pm and 6.40pm on friday, the 25th of june this year, 2004. apparently the perpatrator pryed open the front door, an easy target since it is brand new and unlike the rest on my floor and without a metal guard to prevent from such prying. once inside, seemingly in a rush, the perp snatched my new playstation (a gift from my honey for xmas/hanuka, whichever preconceived religion you'd like to pay membership dues to), my ipod (which was never mine in the first place...sorry frankie), my fucking VIDEOCAMERA (which if you dont know, is my baby, well, was my baby), my jewelery including some irreplacable rings, and toni-marie's wallet limited to some important identification cards but not including any credit cards.

fucking sucks. but such is life, and such is this city in which we dwell.

done

.no deliberation.
.just do it.

this is my "motivational" tag placed always in view on my computer screen at my current place of employment. finally, i took its advice.
children, i regret to inform you that shanasty has left the lounge. last night i spoke with my boss and informed her of my plans to attend law school in august. this, a difficult decision, came about after only one week of deliberation. as opposed to last year when i was faced with the same dilema yet invested months into my arguments for and against law school. this time around, it was as though some form of fate intervened. there were a series of uncannily coincidental events that led to my acknowledgment of this as a unique situation. after a weekend spent within the confines of my own mind, i emerged with a resounding approval of this next step on my journey. i am confident that i have made the right decision and anxious to begin again.

thats news.
there is but one gap yet to fill...a position here at sound lounge. if anyone is interested please comment with your email address and i'll carefully look over your resume. (hee hee) this is a coveted position in an environment deserving of only the finest, most well rounded beings. at this time i would like to offer my gratitude to the lovely and continually infamous ms j for her generous heart and quick thinking that led to my swift hiring at the lounge. there are those that i will miss and attempt to visit as often as i can, but i fear the weight of the books will keep me down. these next months are defining moments for the future, yet the recent past will always make me smile.

in a half-jokingly, half-somber manner i make this post as a testimonial of my appreciation for the lounge.

i really dont understand

how a little puerto rican can cause so much fucking trouble. how is it that one small person can piss me off in such huge amounts. the frustration really gets to me.

in other news, last night was the sound lounge cruise...where we all got on a boat with lots of alcohol and food and eachother and circled around manhattan for a three hour tour. this was entertaining and in the process i won a raffle with the prize of a dvd/vcr player to add to my heavily technologized apartment.
after the boat party, i collected some of my coworkers namely ms j, and headed to snapshot where i played a lousey one hour set then continued drinking and applying liquid latex to the upper portion of my body...
realizing that i was walking around topless, i began to peel of the latex which was more painful then you'd think. of course the entire point was to cover myself, but i removed the stuff in the middle of the dancefloor in front of the bar...not a very private spot. anyways, the night ended like it usually does and i went home to a no-sex, pass-out, boring home. maybe im being a bit harsh, but hey im pissed off and im entitled to a little complaining every now and again. is anyone interested in having mindless sex with me because i obviously dont seem to be getting enough.

bursting bubbles

theres a bubble about to burst here at the lounge...dont let it scare you.
theres somethings around here about to change...i wont bore you.

coming from a state of complete confusion and unrest, i have arrived at the foothills of a journey. a path recently chosen which will change the course of my existence.

isnt it funny how my posts recently have been all fancy and seemingly medieval in their presentation?
like im writing some prose for the introduction of an adventure/romance novel based in 1200 ad.

ya so shits gonna hit some fans...in a really good way...keep updated

introspect

a weekend spent within oneself.
these past few days i have had a lot on my mind. everything from career opportunities to birthday destinations to dimensions within my relationship. mornings spent alone on my roof contemplating my future and afternoons walking aimlessly throughout central park. adventures to coney island and drinks with many people in my small apartment.
this weekend has seen many snappings of the camera followed by laughs and giggles. pushing the limits on sustaining a beautiful love, testing the boundaries within, questioning my paths.
and i think it really all comes down to breaking away from the comfort zone.
and everyone will have their opinion, and sometimes it may cause me to sway. but hold steadfast and understand that in the end mine is the only opinion that truly matters.

this is the shizzy

shit done today. love it. and its so fucking hot outside.
but im going to the gym and its frankie's bday today with a long weekend of hot dogs, rollercoasters, brunches, dinners, bars, hangovers, and lots and lots of drinks.
oh, and lots and lots of drinks.
but tonight i spend time with my honey. and avoid friends attempting to get me drunk because i need some time with the sweetness. please dont puke ms j.
muchas lovas
check out the pics....hahahahaha you're so jealous. pimp ass now you can see what my sorry ass looks like. cuz it can be quite entertaining.

drinks

shanasty & gina g killin it on @ dempsy's pub on 2nd ave...after a loooooong ass night of drinking. 

my favorite things, by nasty & therese...of delicious

tube tops and mini skirts and fatly rolled doobies
peach flavored lube and girls with nice big boobies
two dollar beers girls with see through g strings
these are a few of my favorite things

cocktails at three oclock strapless bikinis
six orgasms followed by dry martinis
half a pack of cigarettes in between
these are a few of my favorite things

tuesday?

is it tuesday already?
the silly things, really, its the silly things that keep me entertained. at this moment, the heat outside has made me perspire while the stress of life has made me desire another way, another day, a way to pass the time. and the silly things keep getting harder. and the time passes just a little bit longer, but all the while im still stuck here in front of this computer with no driven thoughts other than to get up from this chair and proceed with the monotony that consumes me.
and these are the silly things.

the rest is bullshit.

puerto rico

the freakin puerto rican parade is this sunday and we've been discussing it here at work. funny how a blown up exploitation of an attack at the parade a few years ago has deterred so many from attending...even the spanish people dont want to go. at this point i dont care anyways, ive got enough parades to worry about. for some reason im attending brooklyn pride on saturday then of course theres the super gay parade on the 27th i think...where i will be playing at a super gay party. im so pro gay its scary these days. anyways...this weekend will be difficult because im involved in a social experiment. i am homeless tonight so if anyone would like to offer up a bed im down. otherwise i'll be looking for drinking buddies and the like. i've got plenty to do of course but still no time. the bullshit that comes along with everyday life. how exciting.
im still reading a book about dead bodies and i thought i would finish it today because we were SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO slow, but instead i did a whole lot of nothing. great fun. at the moment im watching minority report, a film i swear i saw but cannot recall anything i am seeing right now. so maybe i didnt see it. or maybe, similar to the content of the movie, it fucks with my brain and makes me think something that isnt necessarily so. who knows. i get to leave soon. real soon.

there is never enough

time in the weekend, or days off, or whatever, especially when you work weekdays because the weight of mondays seems unbearable. never enough sleep, never enough relaxing, never enough time to do the things you like to do. tho there's plenty of time to be completely bored at work on monday morning wishing you were lying in bed at home watching tv or playing video games. tho at the moment i am watching 'the fugitive' but its just not the same because these damn people keep interrupting me asking me for things or calling me (its the calling me that really pisses me off).
my weekend was short, hectic, with a slightly calming sunday. i've got issues that need attention but i tend to push them away in order to keep myself occupied. i have to admit that i am happy that ms j. has returned from croatia...a fucking trip...its really nice to have her back here tho it wasnt so lonesome without her because i dont really see or speak to her that often these days anyways.
the fucking elevator keeps opening with no one in it. irritates me.
otherwise, the movie is keeping me entertained, i think its filmed in chicago, a city i've never visited, but would like to.
i wonder what is going on with my life.
i need sleep. i need to not be here. this place keeps me bored unless im really busy with non sound lounge related business. thats that

late

"oh shit, did you know its 8.25?" as though toni would have been watching the clock as i completely overslept. its strange how one can wake up at the appropriate time, lay down once to rest for a few moments then have moments turn into an hour. and this does happen often, to a LOT of people but im telling you, this is not your typical situation. i SWEAR that i closed my eyes for like three minutes. maybe some little elves came into my house in the middle of the night (thats funny because i wasnt even there in the middle of the night) and changed my alarm. or maybe there was a time lapse and i am the only one at sound lounge who experienced it. whatever the excuse my sorry ass was late. i jumped out of bed in disbelief of the time, brushed my face washed my teeth threw some clothes on and ran out the door as a cab conveniently passed my corner. disclosing the location of my destination, my cabbie then booked it to the job where i conveniently arrived at 8.45. wow. pretty damn impressive...as i begin to count the reasons i love new york city.

anyways, if we were to put blame on the fact that i had such an absurd morning, i would immediately place it on the fact that i played last night at meow mix. ah yes, meow mix the lesbo superclub which is more like a dungeon where girls who fuck girls flock to find girls to fuck, or to dance, which i got some of them to do. admittedly i was a bit nervous at first. primarily due to the fact that i would be using a new system, which did trip me up at first, but also because i was playing at meow mix for the first time. i wasnt quite sure what to expect but in the end it all turned out quite well. i did receive many compliments along with many strange requests most of which i would never grant tho i may have told the requester that i would. and some of them were strange. namely this one chick who claimed it was her birthday and kept bugging me. after visiting the dj booth several times she came up (the booth is elevated and enclosed), dug thru my records, made some comments, then cornered me in order to kiss and lick my shoulder. my shoulder. fucking weird ass people in this world i tell you. the one really great thing that did occur last night, aside from the several compliments, was that my old friend from high school showed up and hung out with me for a few. this girl was the second out lesbo in my high school but i dont think she was out until she was out, literally, of high school. either way, we were on the crew team together, as were many other already lesbos, or soon to be lesbos...ah how young and jaded we all were...anyways, she went off somewhere for college and i went off somewhere for college but we managed to maitain some contact througout the many years. through the glorious means of my friendster and yours, i had found her profile over 5 months ago and requested that she be my friend. after not hearing from her since i assumed that she either hated me or never checked her friendster. the latter was correct and she happened to check it this week...the same week that i posted a bulliten regarding my whereabouts last night. it also just so happened that she would be in new york city for the week beginning that day. so she came, we played, she left. she is expected to appear at snapshot for anyone who is interested...
and that was that...o except for the spanish dance-a-thon that was happening at my house when i arrived at 4am. toni-marie had brought her spanish consortium to the house to have some after hours party that involved loud salsa music and beer drinking...at this point i wanted nothing to do either.
thus my night. fun yet interesting yet leading to lateness at work. o the joys of being young in nyc.

remember me?

ya well few do
im playing tonight at the lesbo super club meow mix...come check my sexy ass out. 10.30-2.30 ish...

um
ya
and bring your friends too