Showing posts with label Transit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Transit. Show all posts

Friday, September 13, 2013

Happy Super Freak Friday the 13th Theme Songs.. 2 CHAINZ, Twerkathon OH-13, and Mad Trap Music!

Happy Friday the 13th My People! I don't know about you but I'm never phased or superstitious about Fridays that fall on the 13th because they tend to be lucky days for me. For real, it would take a lot for today to be worse than yesterday anyway... but we'll get into that later. Now time for theme songs..

So, I had a birthday about a week ago. I turned the dreaded dirty 30. I meant to do a post that day but I was way too depressed and also way too busy to write anything. Plus I've been dealing with some mad crazy drama drama drama which we will also get into later.

Anyway, to celebrate my belated birthday here is the 2 CHAINZ Song of the Day with Kanye West called Birthday Song... When I die bury me inside the jewelry store. All I want for my birthday is a well-endowed man who isn't a walking douchebag.  


And OH SCHNAP! Just cause I can... BONUS 2 CHAINZ Song of the Day! The new album B.O.A.T.S II: Me Time dropped on Tuesday, 9/10/13, so now all the tracks on it have hit the streets... and by streets I mean interwebz... and by interwebz I mean YouTube. Anyway, I've been DYING to hear this one song called Mainstream Ratchet and finally did this morning. I gotta say that I was disappointed. I don't like the beat for it at all. 2 CHAINZ where ever you are will you please let me remix this song and make it better?!?! I refuse to let it be wack. Here, you can listen to it for yourself and see what I'm talking about...


Next, it's time for today's installment of Twerkathon OH-13... I found this tutorial for all my Booty Bounce Beginners that I think is extremely helpful. This chick is Keaira LaShae and her dance series is pretty good if you're trying to learn not only how to twerk, wind up, body roll.. even dance in a club in a dress.


Here I got you yo.. Cause I just realized some of you might be going out tonight trying to dance in dresses and doing it improperly...


Now time to practice in front of that mirror gurrrrrlllll... Also in celebration of my belated birthday ya know I gotta get in some Uncle Luke...


Also some Kstylis...


Next I've been getting into more EDM based Trap pretty heavily lately. I actually opened my set at Transit with the other night and apparently people were really diggin it. Real quick shoutout to the Give Crew. Thanks again for having me through to play guys! It was good times and I can't wait to do it again!

Anyway, if you don't know much about Trap then you're living under a rock because it's EVERYWHERE right now. If you're a DJ then it's advisable to learn how to play it or you will cease to be relevant to a rack of kids. Here are some of the tracks I'm feelin at the moment to help you get acquainted...

This one is by Baauer's Remix of Rollup by Flosstradamus...


Also still kicking myself because I totally should've played Harlem Shake. Freaking LOVE this song... Totally lied in my post OH MAH GOD! I Fucking LOVE Major Lazer!!! because Harlem Shake is still totally my ringtone.


Also really diggin on some Bro Safari... This one is good. It's called Burn the Block...


And this one called The Drop...


Plus this RL Grime Salva of Mercy...


And this one too...


And finally this Flosstradamus remix of Major Lazer's remix of Original Don which I'm like 99.9% is a remix of a sample from an Old School UK Hardcore Breaks track from way back in the day...


BOOM!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Fun with Neil the Losery Stalker!

So judging by the overwhelming response to yesterday's post Who the F Dares to Troll Miss Slik? it would seem everybody in the world pretty much thinks Neil is as much of a hysterically entertaining, giant toolbag as I do. Let's keep going because he just can't seem to contain himself...

As it turns out, a slight retraction may be in order. Neil is no longer a meth addict. He quit doing meth several years ago... just not in time to keep the drugs from warping his brain. He's gone fucking batz-maru permanently... which is quite sad when you think about it. Kids, please don't do drugs. You don't want to end up like Neil.

But apparently Neil is still clinging to his drugged out meth head days because the pics on his profile are from way back then. He's nothing but a shadow of his former self... in fact, it looks like he ate his former self... along with all the fried chicken and Doritos and cake in the state of Virginia. 

Here are a couple pics courtesy of Jake from HOR that are disturbing to say the least...




Not only that, but it turns out he's no longer welcome at Transit in Fairfax because he creeped everyone there out so much they had to repeatedly remove him from the premises... which could not have been easy considering his sheer size. Seems every person in Northern Virginia actually has a story about why they hate Neil and did not hold back from telling me. I felt like I should've been taking notes.

We all had a good laugh last night at Neil's expense when he discovered my blog post. He tagged me asking that I take down my post while making weak threats to blast me on his radio show nobody listens to... Cause yeah, threatening me in any way is what will make me do exactly what you want like I'm soooo scared of you and your wack show. Makes Leslie Chow jacking off dice rolling hand gestures...


Neil is known for having multiple Facebook accounts. Turns out he had friended me on at least 2 of them.. and then blocked me... and then unblocked me...


Yeah, actually turns out I do know Neil by the way... For any of you who don't know how people know who I am in the DC rave scene, I got my start working as a doorgirl for District Junglist League while I was trying to be an MC back in the day. I'm an awesome singer. But, honestly, I was a terrible MC.. not because I can't flow.. but more because I had the worst stage fright and could not freestyle for shit... I was an excellent doorgirl though at 17 which I thought was awesome because I wasn't even old enough to be there... and I was the only reason anybody ever paid that $5 cover at Sunday Night Sessions.

After Ackshun and I had our first falling out for reasons I'm sure would not surprise anybody, I went to work at Buzz selling CD's for the Syndicate and then John Tab in exchange for VIP bands because I was still trying to be a vocalist for DnB tracks, which you need to meet people who produce DnB in order to do. Obviously, nothing much came of that either. However, turns out I was an excellent CD seller. It's how I became John Tab's Gal Friday/Intern and also Head of Vending for Buzzlife.


I used to help John with Alias and also the Rubik room at Buzz once they bumped us upstairs prior to the coup d'etat where I, then John, were ousted by people who I guess believed the rumors that the private meetings between John, Scott, and I to discuss sales totals and merchandise were really some conspiracy theory discussion of how I was being groomed to take over being in charge of Buzzlife. The most I ever was aware of was John was training me to help him out and oversee some things for him when he couldn't be there. However, had the rumors been true, I'm pretty sure Buzzlife would still be a real thing and not what it is today. Just a sidenote and bygones I'm obviously still a little bitter about.


Anyway, Neil used to come up to Alias and creep everybody out there too. I really was always nice to him and probably the only person who ever talked to him instead of treating him like just some stupid loser... Apparently, this is the thanks I get.



Who is Viki? I think you mean Niki and why are you coming to my work Neil?



A lot of people list their place(s) of employment on their private profiles. It's not an invitation for stalking. I definitely never invited him to come to my work.


I know a lot of people on that list. Not sure where it came from.


Neil really seems to think he's sticking it to Jake doesn't he?!


Again, who is this Viki person? My name is NIKI and has been since birth thanks to my parents. The story of why is in my About Me section. For real, I don't think I'll be shooting Neil today. I think I'd need an elephant gun or harpoon to take down an animal of that size anyway. But I really could beat him up assuming my fists and feet do not get stuck in his many fat rolls... or I could just simply outrun him. I also seriously will call the cops and file a restraining order if Neil shows up here though. 

Neil blocked me right after that so Jake was kind enough to send me screenshots of the stuff I missed.... 





Jake's last comment about him always being property of HOR is my favorite part of this thing. So glad he saved it for me so I could read it. Thanks Jake!

Stay tuned for Part 2 because there is more fun from today already... Neil is seriously spewing his crap out faster than I can post it up on the internet for everyone's amusement.


Wednesday, July 24, 2013

More Adventures in Dating the Douchebags of PoF: Meet The Mayor of Titty City

So like a month ago I went out on a date with this dude whom I would suggest avoiding or further subjecting to public scrutiny...

Pof Screen name: BlueOneD
Real Name: Derrick Hess aka The Mayor of Titty City




How do I know he's the Mayor of Titty City? Because he told me at dinner... He was at his cousin's bachelor party down in Tennessee the week before, got drunk, and was yelling out "I'm the Mayor of Titty City!!!" the whole night. Apparently this is something he is prone to doing every time he gets drunk... EXACTLY what a girl who just met you wants to hear when she's about to take you to a public place for drinking where people she's known for a long time will be.

For those of you who know me and are like "That sounds familiar" but have not yet made the connection, this is the dude I brought with me to Transit at Redzone several weeks ago.. the one who almost left me stranded at the end of the night.. Oh yeah, he also almost left me at the bar because he said he couldn't find me. I'd lost my phone and he didn't try very hard to find me.

A few things....

One, this is for the fellas.. If you're going to whip out your dick at the end of the night DO NOT EVER ASK A GIRL IF IT'S BIG ENOUGH FOR HER AND ASSUME YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST ONE SHE'S EVER SEEN. Unless you are the reincarnation of John Holmes then the answer is probably No. In this case, my special friend with whom I'd been having interesting and intelligent conversations a few days prior had him beat by A LOT. I had to grab a half-mouthful of cock to keep from laughing uncontrollably in his face.

It's funny because in the car on the way to Transit this dude was talking about how he only dates super hot girls with fake boobs. Well, I'm hot but I don't have fake boobs. My boobs are real and they are nice. I don't want fake boobs. But this fucker gave me a complex for like 3 days over whether or not I was super hot enough to date him. Apparently I'm hot enough to sort out as a booty call in advance though. The reality is that I'm really shallow and a supreme Size Queen and this dude did not meet my standards of aesthestic perfection nor size requirements regarding the size of his endowment.

At least I'm not a scandalous, cheating, materialistic bitch... like his previous/current girlfriend. He claimed he got out of a relationship back in April... Obviously the truthfulness of this statement is up for debate. He said they couldn't stand each other and it was a purely physical relationship. He also said that these super hot girls with fake boobs are generally out banging half of Arlington whenever they have a fight. 

I told him he didn't really have to worry about me ever going out and fucking half of Arlington.. not because I'm not prone to being kind of a hooker at times.. But more for these 2 reasons: 

1) I don't really fuck with Arlington much anyway. A lot of Arlingtonians (slow your roll if you live there because I didn't say all) are bougey douches who look down on us Fairfaxians like we're low rent just because we pay slightly less for more square footage. Don't hate just because we're smarter and don't feel the need to be so close to DC we could suck it's proverbial dick every night. 

2) Why would I ever bang half or all of a city to make you jealous when just banging one dude you're already jealous of to begin with will do just fine? Obviously that is some unnecessary hookeriness committed by dumb bitches who clearly don't understand the concept of proper revenge nor fear racks of rampant STD's.

Second, again for the fellas... Money is important but it's not everything. Flashing stacks of cash and/or talking about money the whole time we're on a date is a super low rent thing to do and also a massive turn-off. The only thing I care about is that I'm not paying for our initial dates because you are courting me. Beyond that, keep it to yourself for awhile.

This dude went on and on and on about his money and his family's money. All I could think is did your family win the lottery last week? It's a very nouveau riche thing to do. People who are used to having lots of money don't really feel the need to discuss it in such great detail. They just show up in an expensive car and pay for things and call it a day.

Not only that, but he actually invited one of his boys to come meet up with us at Redzone. This dude was a snarky, broke toolbag who was trying to holler at my friends but refused to buy them drinks. Turns out he wasn't the one paying for his own. Derrick covered that whole bar tab. WHAAAAAAAATTTTTT???? All I want to know is does this dude normally suck Derrick's dick at the end of the night too? It's possible. 

Clearly this dude did not get the memo that the only snarky, broke bitch who was supposed to be on this date was me. Also, I'm not sure what dude invites his boy out on a date with a girl and then pays for him. Guess he not only feels the need to buy the affection of women but also the loyalty and friendship of his boys. That's really sad and pathetic.

The whole situation just wasn't very impressive. He's a bartender at Bungalow Billiards in Alexandria and an E5 in the Army. I probably make more than he does but you don't hear me going on. In fact, the only time I talk about money is when I'm broke, like right now because I just dropped a rack of money on my car.

Third, also for the fellas... ALWAYS assume that EVERY WOMAN you meet is a scandalous, investigatory bitch who could put any man who works for both the CIA and FBI to shame any day of the week. DO NOT lie about dumb shit like the existence of your Facebook profile to conceal the fact that you have a girlfriend and assume we won't find out.

While we were at Transit, one of my friends brought up Facebook profiles and Derrick said something about not having one because "He kills people for a living." Pssshhhhh! This little piece of advice is for the ladies: Don't believe the fucking hype girls.This dude is not a damn assassin for the US Government. He's a Combat Engineer in the US Army. He has killed people... in freaking Afghanistan.. not here or in the Sudan or something. I dated another Combat Engineer last year who also killed people overseas and that fool has a Facebook profile. Some military dudes are extremely scandalous and they lie to hide the fact that they are attached and you are just a side piece.

Suddenly I started having flashes of squirrel pictures and the movie "What's Your Number?" I don't have to get to know him. I dated him... except his name was Scott and he was a Marine and an asshole who lied to me for over a year and hid the fact that he had a wife and possibly 2 kids. Hence why I called his bluff and went searching on Facebook... And look what I freaking found!



Now I have no clue who this Kathy B. chick is but she is definitely not what I envisioned when I think of super hot girls with fake boobs who go out on citywide banging rampages. She looks very plain and like she might actually be a nice person. He definitely was missing her the week he was in Tennessee and those posts are legit from only a week, maybe even several days, prior to us going on our date. We definitely were already talking on PoF when those posts were posted. So basically this dude is a lying, cheating, scandalous douche.

The moral of the story is: Fellas, here is yet another example of what not to do. Ladies, look alive because this fool is still cruising for chicks on Plenty of Fish and may or may not still have a girlfriend. Don't be part of his banging spree through the DMV to get back at Kathy B. That ain't your problem and you definitely don't need that in your life. Also, if a dude offers you an expensive gift you should take it. He offered me Lexus President's Club Nats tickets and I'm a fucking moron for turning them down. I'm still kicking myself for not taking them because I'm a huge Nats fan and he's a huge douche.