housedog

I am honest, sometimes too honest and it gets me in trouble. I like to keep everything honest from the get go, cause you start out lying, the rest is all down hill.

i must be old cause the only thing I drink hot is hot chocolate

I am not talking About Tiesto, on the 16th I would step foot into Roxy. I am talking about the Tronic party. Get with the program son

yea you wait till you have to get up everday and go to work. There are da7ys oof you dont get summers off, you night have to work weekends. I wiould give anything to be back at school again. To me everyday is saturday, cause I am unemployed. Looking for a job sucks, and sitting home all day is boring as hell. Trust me it has almost been a month since I lost my job, I found another one. I was actually suppose to start today, but I called and cancelled it cause it was 10,000 less than the one I lost. So know I am back at square one. THIS SUCKS So enjoy school while you can cause once you leave it is real out here and it isnt like school no one is here to help you, everyone is out for themselves or so it seems

I am not posting it for EXIT. I was posting cause Green Lantern is going to be there in the hip hop room. If you ever heard Green spin then you would be happy to see him. I am NOT going cause it is Exit. AND who said Roxy will be the spot? YOU? I don't like Trance (personnaly I think it sucks) for me it is all about the TECHNO that night.

Next time I see someone doing any pushups, pullups or anything else I will ask them why they do it. When I find out I will post it here to let everyone know. AND IF I get smacked upside the head for asking the question I will let you all know.

This shit happened to me at around 9am. People are really fuckin screwy. Did anyone see the 2 guys dress up as girls? I was talking to them in the bathroom, and told them I lost my job. The guy with the cup on the outside of his pants says "You want to make $200?" So I am like how, He says "Jerk off and cum im someone's face" I was like "WHAT! You want some one to jerkoff on my face?" He is like "NO I want you to JO and cum on someone's face" They like when a straight guys does it to them. I was like I cant do that." He says you JO all the time, amI am like "SO"He just says "Just do it on someones face" He goes "I do it." I was like 'I'm out of here" What the fuck was that?

No he's not on the main floor. HiP HoP room. "What are you people, on Dope?"

Not tryin to promte this, But Green Lantern is the shit. He is spinning at Exit though. I just tryin to let everone know. As for me I will be at the tronic party.

Why do guys pushups in clubs? I have seen this a few times lately, and wonder why guys do them. Hi you look kind of funny do pushups in a club, please stop.

Matt you were there? Damm I want to meet you brother. What were you wearing? I had on black pants with a blue shirt with a Yankees symbol on front addidas on the back. I also had a Yankee visor.

It was ok, I was mad that I didnt see the sign saying danny wasnt spinning. As soon as you walk in and its not crowded you know DT isnt there. From 4 - 5am I thought the music dragged. I was about to leave. At 5 got a little better,I thought Superchumbo played alot of vocals at first, then he got down to some hard beats later on. I stayed till 10 am. The crowd is eh, you do meet cool people but there alot of undirsables in there. But there are aslo a lot of HOT girls. Did anyone see the 2 guys dress up as girls? I was talking to them in the bathroom, and told them I lost my job. The guy with the cup on the outside of his pants says "You want to make $200?" So I am like how, He says "Jerk off and cum im someone's face" I was like "WHAT! You want some one to jerkoff on my face?" He is like "NO I want you to JO and cum on someone's face" They like when a straight guys does it to them. I was like I cant do that." He says you JO all the time, amI am like "SO"He just says "Just do it on someones face" He goes "I do it." I was like 'I'm out of here" What the fuck was that? About the girl in the back, I missed that. But on the bright side I told my friend I go to Danny with, That I like her. I let it all out. This is alot of red tape involed, but all I tell her is ONE day. And you know what I believe it.

It was in today's Daliy News. I twas in Sports, a little article with a big Article above it about DelaHoya.

This is the reason I am not going. I am going to Danny instead.

This is the craziest thing I have heard. I feel so bad for them. I am glad it all turned out ok. But those 26 hours must been very LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG

Yes I do, didnt all 4 brothers die in like 6 years?

Miss Elizbeth (42) died Yesterday after being rushed to the hospital in the morning from the home of former wrestler LEX LUGER. He was later arrested on drug charges. The cause of her death is unknown. This is really sad, once wrestlers get out of wrestling, they are addicted to pain pills. I don't think she died this way, but have you notice, alot of people who were in wrestling die at a young age.

To Let everyone know, This happen to 2 friends of mine, not me. I just recieved the email from him, and thought you would all enjoy it. Like he said Watch out and be careful. Everytime I go to Vinyl for Danny, I smoke an L to the head, right outside my car. I got to change it up and do something different. There is NO WAY in HELL I want to get caught smoking in public and go thru this shit.

Just a little warning to BE CAREFUL, and not stupid like I was! So my gay ass got busted for a pill this past Sunday Morning heading to the Sound Factory S&M party. Before anyone freaks I got off with a Disorderly Conduct Violation, no criminal record and just have to take a Drug Treatment Readiness program next week. Sadly my next court date is the June 30th, the Monday after pride....*sigh* Anywho, the skinny on the 26 hours spent in custody: My friend and I were walking down 46th street towards Sound Factory, me in S&M gear and her dressed as a naughty nurse with a bright blue wig on....of course asking to get stared at! So we decided to take our pills before we got inside, since we didn't want to go through the searching. We stop half a block away from SF and make a joke about undercover cops (oh the foreshadowing! I see a guy stare at us (not unusual considering the outfits) and walk into the building next to us. He had keys and all. So my friend unwraps the pills and hands me one and the next thing I know, the guy from the building bum rushes her, flashes his badge and demand she hand over what she has. Then 3 other undercovers materialize from the fucking thin air and are all over her. I freak out and drop my pill on the floor. The cuff her and then turn their attention on me , standing off to the side smoking a cigarette. They ask "So, what you got?" Me: "Nothing, I'm just smoking a cigarrete, no idea what you're talking about" (of course play dumb, what else was there to do?) They look around on the floor find the pill and then cuff me too. I had an open orange juice container, and they ask me if there is K in there. Ok a little aside, what a fucking stupid question....who the fuck puts K in g'damn orange juice? Shouldn't I have baked that shit first??? If he asked about G, then maybe, freaking idiotic narcs...know your damn drugs! He proceeds to spillout the juice...there goes breakfast! They ask if we have anything else, because we will be searched. I say no but am stashing half a gram of coke and 2 little bags of tina crumbs which i have hidden in a hidden pocket in my leather shorts. They search out pockets and our bags, find my friends cuffs that were part of her outfit and look all puzzled and then pull out my id. So now I have 4 undercover cops looking at my id, looking at me all puzzled and looking at my friend all puzzled over the cuffs: Officer 1 to Officer 2: "Check this shit out" hands id over...and then they play show and tell amongst each other. Officer 2: "So you lost a lot of weight huh?" Me: "yes" Them: "Wow, how much, you look great!" Me: "125, thanks" Them: "Dayuuumm!" ok, wtf, i'm sitting on 46th street in cuffs and rubber at 8 am in the morning, can we please fucking get this shit over with and get me in a car off the fuckin street and not dicuss my weigth loss, there's a freaking time and a place, this was neither! Then the cops who have the paddy wagon come up and say " Club Kids huh?" I could have clobbered her. "So what was going on in Sf?" Me: "S&M party, but i somehow didnt make it in" She was not amused. Anywho, took us to a long ass grey van with tinted windown where there was another poor poor soul in the back who had been busted before us. I'm freaking out at this point, not sure what I've been charged with....a felony, a misdemeanor, nothing? no idea....no one told me. But my friend and I decide no use freaking out, cant solve anything we just have to deal with the situation at hand. So then we pretty much start laughing at the whole situation, from the ridiculous outfits to the fact that we are going to have to march into the general prison population in aforementioned outfits...oh this shit only happens to us! The guy in the back started bitching....My cuffs are too tight, when the hell are we going to get out of this van, i wasnt smoking weed!!! officers: deal, sometime around noon, well your K'ed out! him: my shoulders hurt, 4 more hours???!?!?!?!?, but i got booked for weed, i dont even fucking smoke weed, i hate that shit!! poor kid, fucked for weed, doesnt even do it! oh the irony.... Drive around for a couple of hours, time crawling by, fuck that...it had fuckin stopped. Then they pick up another juicer from SF and stick him next to me. This kids buggin the fuck out. Sweating profusely, not really all with it. I ask him if hes alright...no response, then he finally speaks up and says he needs to water.... They first say..."This ain't Mcdonald's we dont do requests" but when they finally look at him, realize he really needs some water. So at one point, there are 2 cops clawing their way through the van, one recuffing the guy in the back so he would shut the fuck up and and the other lady, taking off the guys jacket getting him some water....oh the comotion on 34th street. The hot dog vendor next to us got a nice little show! Then they turn to me and my friend..."What the hell's wrong with you, neither of you have been complaining?" Me: "Well, acutally i'm in rubber, and the sweat is begininng to pool on the seat, could you unzip me?" Her: "what?!?!?!?? me: "uh, rubber?" her: "Oh, S&M, right...." proceeded to unzip me My friend: "Acutally could, you pull my skirt down, i'm a bit exposed, and button me???" oh its just got way to comical Cop: "what about the cuffs? oh, never mind S&M, you must be used to it" then turns back around. WTF...must be used it???...at this point I turn to my friend and wonder what the hell they think of us, besided the fact that they think were are a couple....morons! The guy next to me (mark) is fidgeting and complaining the whole time and the lady cop says: "If I find anything in the van, I'm giving you another charge!" I'm thinking: "SCORE!!! YES!!" Drive around for a couple more hours and then pick us this poor fuck for having a roach so fucking small you couldnt even see it. he had stepped 4 steps out of his apartment building, and them bam, royaly fucked by undercover. The finally take us to the precinct on 54th st. Park at the end of the the block. Let me set the situation for you: Sunday the 28th, 12:30 in the afternoon, beautiful day, sunny, perfect 72 degrees and everyone, their mom and their dog from Iowa are out and about in midtown and my office is freaking 2 blocks down. Out steps my friend in a nurses outfit and a bight blue wig, looking like a prostitutes in cuffs. Next comes 4 men, 1 with K all over her nose, another one with coke all over his nose, the poor bastard wiht the roach, and me in rubber. They fuckin chain us together and march us down the block into the precinct.... With Blake, Muffy and their dog snookums from Iowa watching as we marching in shackles. Ok of all the situations i have been in, that right there was the down right most embarrassing situation. Did they really need the damn chains???? They take us to a small holding cell, strip search us, take mugshots and fingerprints to process us to take us to central booking downtown. I was wearing bicep bands, and the officer strip searching me askes "what are you trying to be wonder woman or something?" Cut the damn comments i'm not in the damn mood! But at least he let me change into the tshirt in my bag, i was not looking forward to walking into a holding cell in central booking with other men, wearing rubber.... The lady cop says to me and my friend: "You too have been our model prisoners, why cant everyone be like you?" Me: "Oh, thanks! I'll make sure to tell my mom that when I recount this story!" get fuckin real! Meanwhile, Mark goes to get finger printed, and Mike says to me: "Dude, that guy is totally stashing, he keeps stuffing baggies down the seat, and everytime I see him throw something down, I kick it back up, thats fucked up yo!" Me: "Really?!??!?!?" Mark comes back and mike goes to get printed and Mark says " You, that bro is trying to pin baggies on me, I'm not stashing man, I dont have any baggies!" Me: "Really?!?!?!!?! thats fucked up yo!" By the time we get out of the precinct its 4pm, they re-chain us so Blake, Muffy and Snookums can get a good look again and march us back down the block to the van and down to central booking, before which we were warned by our arresting officers...."dont mess with the women over there, they are a bunch of bitches" Thanks, i'll keep that in mind, while i twiddle my thumbs for 14 more hours! Oh what a mess central booking is: They search you again, take a mug again and take you to for a medical questionaire which goes along the lines of: Them: "Are you alerigic to anything" Them: "Do you take any medications?" Them: "Smoke?" Them: "Alcohol?" Them: "Drugs?" Me: "NO!" what the fuck do you think i'm freaking here for....we all answered no. What a dumb fucking question....stupid government strikes again! *sigh* They take us to a holding cell, which has metal benches, and teal floors and walls. Feed us stale bologne sandwiches but dont fret, you vegetarians, they have stale peanut butter (no jelly) sandwiches for you....all served with koolaid!! it was just like a picnick! woo hoo. and a steel toilet with a divider which cut off mid thigh...thanks for the cover guys, no no really, you shouldnt have! Sit around for a couple of hours, try to sleep with my jacket balled up as my pillow, bed, best friend?? Then they move us to another cell, this time smaller, with more people...few more hours there....then the tell us...oh the judge went home, you are stuck here for the night. I almost lost my shit right then and there. i was going insane, stir crazy i tell you. those of you who know me, know i cant sit in one place for too long...i fidget, get bored need more stimulation. Teal walls, 26 inmates, and steel benchs DO NOT classify as stimulation. Then the cops get another bright idea, to move us to another holding cell, this time even smaller....oh geez, now only half of us can lay down, the rest get to stand and glare at the snore-ers wondering what we can do to get them to stop fucking snoring....Some time around 3 am they give us breakfast....cereal...called Complete...now with 8 more vitamins and minerals than before....woo hoo! BY this time i'm so bored i'm almost in tears. But to amuse myself, i read every single thing on the milk carton and cereal box, memorizing how to spell the really hard ingredients. making sure to quiz myself later. Then with just enough to doze off into sleepy land, they bust in, wake us all up and come mop the floor with this industrial shit which would cause an elephant to pass out from asphyxiation. So, we are cranky, bored, irritable, half stoned, since people have smoking up like its their home, half high from the inhalants they slopped on the floor, and not able to sleep on the damn floor cause its wet and making us all nauseated....oh the fun! Finally at 8 am I see my lawyer....the case has been brought down to the violation....just sign up for the class and i'm scott free. Get the hell out of court at 10 am monday morning. Relishing in my freedom and laughing my ass off, when reunited with my friend, at the past 26 hours that crawled by slower than my grandma trying to cross an 8 lane highway. The freedom felt a bit wierd...i was wiggin out when i left the court room and realized that no one was following me or controling my every move. Cant imagine what it feels like after a longer incarceration. Although the converstations of "so whatcya in for??" "fuckin bloomberg" were kinda amusing. But never again! Lessons learned: 1. Do your shit at home! in private 2. Its easier to get shit into central booking than it is to exit. I mean i could have walked into county with bags of shit and no one would have known. 3. Act nice to cops....they processed my friend and I first...since we were so quiet 4. Narcs have no idea what the fuck the drugs they are dealing with are 5. BE CAREFUL all's well that ends well!

There really isnt a problem around Arc/Vinyl for parking. I go between 3 and 6 am and I always find parking. There are SOME spots, around there where you will get towed, I got towed a few years ago. Just OBEY the signs. Let me know if you are going we can meet up?

I have a question, what is NYANA? Am I missing something? I see a few post down what it is, NO Intrest in it

I tried to post the indiviual clips I liked, but no such luck. Some of my favorites are, A guy who pays his lawyer 180,000 in pennies. I have also found out that the world record in situps is 5083. He wasnt doing it free hand, he was using the ab roller for speed. http://nwsource.gallery.videoaxs.com/Bizarre/

Oh, I thought she did cause I w=always see people talkin shit about her. HuH, who knew

Quoth, whats up? How are you?