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this post could have used a couple more pictures of me i think. ha.
i guess there is such a thing as feeling yourself too much. i think i may have gotten caught up. i checked my email from my phone last night. it read unemployed lloyd would like to be added as one of your friends. no big deal but because ive been feeling myself so much and (correct me if im worng) my shits been kinda poppin lately i automatically assumed someone made a a fake account of me and requested my friendship. good or bad when some one makes a fake myspace for you its kinda awesome. so im really feeling myself at this point. so much in fact i text all my friends and tell them "you havent made it until someone makes a fake myspace for you." ha. in responce to this the roc wrote back "dumbass, theres a glitch in myspace. i got like 20 dj roctakon would like to be your friend emails today"....huh? i was so bummed. i then realized on any given day i would have figured it for a glitch and kept it moving but because i started feeling myself id become a bit delusional. ha. lesson learned...or not. fugit!! i dont care. by the time you read this i'l either be in la or on a plane sitting next to eli trying to explain to him why wearing a shirt that says:
only this time so will eli, dark alley, pubes, pase rock, blu jemz, frankie chan and mike b.
secret location to be announced on saturday afternoon. call me if you can, myspace me if you cant. come. 
my ass. its like 60 degrees outside. its twice as cold in my apt. im using all the covers right now. im convinced global warming is a bullshit hoax used to sell bullshit documentaries. im over it. im getting my aerosol on tomorrow. word is bond!!
i havent posted since monday because i spent most of tuesday and the first half of today in the hospital with my brother. he needed to have surgery done and gets panic attacks from the pain medicine so someone needs to be by his side at all times. i did the day shift and my mother the night. theres no point in sitting around and being bummed so at night i went out. in these situations there's a thin line between optimism and denial but im more then positive he'll be fine. so, i try to go about my business like always. all my friends back home cant hang out because they have jobs. all but spiro anwyay. he's rad.
there isnt much to do in maryland on a tuesday night besides drink. so we did. in a park.
whatever. it was either the park or one of those shitty red neck bars my pops used to take me to as a kid. talk about bad parenting. imagine walking into a bar at 2 in the morning and seeing a 6 year old in his pajamas (with the feet) playing table top pacman and drinking ginger ale out of a cocktail glass. that was me. id experienced racism, bar brawls, pissdrunks and drug deals all before i could multiply. i wish i was joking about this but im dead serious. i remember sitting in a holding cell once with my drunk dad while waiting for my mother to come pick us up. it was awesome. going to the bar was our little secret. my pops talked and treated me like a grown man. as much as i hated it at times im glad he did it. we grew up fast at my house. im not mad though. just look how well i turned out.
ha!
i came to the conclusion that my life rules. actually, ive always known this but now i can atleast say my blog does too. im feeling myself today and theres absolutely nothing wrong with that. i havent a single bad thing to say about today. i might take a shower son!!! fuck it!!!
i woke up the next day with dry beer in my ear. it was worth it tho.
YEA SON. LETS GET IT CRACKIN NIGGA!!!!!
every now and then some divine force shoots down from the clouds and gives me a fucking break. this one came in the form of an atm (walking distance from my apt) that dispenses money in 10 dollar denominations. this may not seem like a big deal to you but if youre like me you take money from atm's like poor people buy gas. its located in a train station so i technically have to tack the 2 dollar metro card fee onto the already $1.50 surcharge. today i asked the teller if i could hop the turnstop so i could use the atm and come back out. shes wasnt feeling that. having no shame kinda rules sometimes. ha.
id be the happiest person ever. it started off on a bad note. besides the parade outside my window i left my bike locked up in the burg only to come back to it with the back tire missing. i didnt trip though. i never do. thats new york. from there i went to mccarren park. it was whatever. i had some ice cream, sat in the rain and drank free red bull. ha. from there me and the homies wandered a bit, ate some food and met up with catchdubs at some random beer garden in the burg. i shit you not it was 730 when me, frog, lyle, andy and catchdubs got our first round. between there and some other place around the corner we didnt go our separate ways until 4 in the morning. we talked about everything. no topic untouched. no one got drunk, no one acted up. its been sometime since ive hung with the homies and just talked. i enjoyed it. its not everyday you get to think out loud. oh, and some chick gave me her number. i didnt say a word to her. she just rolled up with a sheet of paper, gave it to me and said call me. she probably reads the blog. yay.
i love brooklyn for the same reasons i hate it sometimes. today im over it.
went to sleep wasted last night. i keep my lap top on my bed. i was in the middle of writing a blog before i passed out. i was off to a good start too. i dont remember doing it but at some point my face was on the keyboard. how do i know? because i had (sssssssssssssssssssssss...) going from the top to the bottom of my computer screen when i woke. it reminded me of this time i was at my friend craigs house at 4 in the morning drunk. craig was in a producing mood so he was beating away at the keys on his triton. the noise was becoming unbearable so i left his room and went into the next to watch tv. in the next room i could kinda still hear the piano but atleast i could ignore him better . anyway, he's beating at the keys (wasted) for what seems like forever when all of the sudden i hear about 10 to 15 keys go down at once. it was the worst noise i had ever heard in my life. it continues for a while so i get up and walk back to his room assuming he's being an asshole only to find him passed out face first on the keys drooling on the floor. ha. asshole.
to the first offical "mundane mondays." the game will be changed.
so last night i dj'd at lotus again. im assuming the rub boys were on vacation and/or traveling so friday was left open. it was fun. an interesting night to say the least. the music was the same ol but the energy in the room was great. i got there only to realize id forgoten my headphones. i went til about 1 without them (doing pretty good i might add) before my homies blu jemz and egg foo brought a pair through for me. im not sure how lotus does it but they somehow manage to pull in about 800 of the worst people week after week. im not mad though. some chick mistook me for cosmo baker. i should have deaded her right then but her whole steez was too good to be true. she was straight up bridge and tunnel. she basically looked like jennifer aniston but orange. she was wearing this strapless brown shirt with matching brown shorts. an outfit most women could pull off became the opposite of flattering when coupled with her orange skin. i wish i could have taking a picture. homegirl looked like a fucking nike box. ha
it was cool i guess. the lights were awesome and the show was fantastic. am i glad i went? yeah. could i have stayed home and watched tv? totally. dont get me wrong ive been into daft punk since i was in high school. however, sometimes it takes a daft punk show for you to realize youre not really that into them...or 17 anymore. good show though. 
im convinced daft punk is the new bob marley. the musics cool but their fans fucking blow. this guy was rad though.
first dollar, first try, two stuffed animals at the same time. id like to see your boyfriend do that. i think this makes me awesome or something. correct me if im wrong. ha
sharif won!
so i stayed and killed it.
i havent a single bad thing to say about the weekend. 
