Month: February 2009

Monica is…wondering where vince vaughn from the 90’s went?

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My birthday vege-fest is almost to an end, yet I happened to catch a brief moment of  “old school” on TBS. I usually stay away from anything that has those god-awful Wilson brothers, but I happen to have a soft spot for Will Ferrell & Vince Vaughn, err umm, I guess. While watching the movie, I noticed that I still visually hate Luke Wilson. The Wilson Brothers have these horribly distracting noses that fuck with me on certain angles. One moment its good then its wtf? Edgy, icky, yuck. Vince appears so bloated and unrecognizable that I sigh in complete disbelief. He no longer looks sexy & reminiscent of a 50’s heartthrob, but of a drug induced has-been, who somehow nailed Jennifer Aniston during her what seems like forever “pathetic stage”. Saggy under eyes & the doom of any mans existence: a receding hairline. ugg. So here are a few shots of an old Vince I once remembered…

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Monica is…aging.

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puffy-eyes

Its Saturday. Its my birthday. I actually hate birthdays. I have death flu, still. I guess I deserve it for hating birthdays. I was supposed to go on a mini trip with my boyfriend and the band he’s in, but this plague has continued to kick my ass, & sadly I hear that RiRi & Chris Brown are back together. Why? As if Chris Brown’s career hasnt completly burned itself already, now hers too. I decided to shift the rage I had for him to her. Dumbass. Here in the ghetto, especially at the E-Z motel, I hear somebody getting their ass kicked at least 3 times a week. Its not a shock anymore. It usually involves the same people. My favorite by far is ironically a Caribbean couple. The cheating husband probably doesn’t come home & at around 3am the screaming wife drives into the parking lot, gets out of the car and calls out to him to “get your muthafuckin ass down from the whore”. He proceeds to come down the stairs, from a grime-infested sex fest with one of these women that seriously look like they’ve been run over several times. Okay a million times. Skeezy on the real. They scream & at each other for what seems like hours while my boyfriend & I lay in bed, with the motel light shining in our sleepless eyes. No I haven’t been out all night, but I have to lie to co-workers, to mask the unrelatable circumstances as to why my eyes look like shit. Yep, thats how we roll on Western avenue.

Monica is…waiting patiently to try Jollibee. again.

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I’m trying to fight this beasty cold/flu, so that I can get back to my food adventures. By no means am I a “foodie” since being a foodie requires an ample availability of funds. When I had a less crappy job, I felt there was no better way to spend some disposable income then on food. It’s delicious. It’s comforting. It makes me really happy. Nothing is better than a delicious juicy steak or a greasy bunch of sweet potato fries. In fact, if I had won a date with a choice of Brad Pitt or Anthony Bourdain…yep it would be Bourdain. We would go on our date, have witty talk about food and I’d chuckle at his trademark snarkiness, have sexual relations then he’d make me some french food worthy of another go around. Brad is good too, I guess if he didn’t have all of those kids…yeech. While watching the Oscars, I thought to myself meow, meow, then I remembered that he was ruined by Miss Angie. Viles of blood? Sex with Billy Bob? To this?

Every time I drive on Beverly near Vermont, I smile at the complete randomness of this ridiculous fast-food establishment. I’ve had a run in with this place, once before at the god-awful eagle rock plaza. Mostly filled with grocery stores, a payless, nail salons, & tons of screaming kids, me & the other half decided that after an exhausting romp at a nearby Target, we needed food. Pronto. Our choices were slim: a wingstop, questionable noodle place, or this strange, colorful curiousity. Jolliebee (upon later investigation) is the number 1 fast-food chain in the Philippines. Unlike our normal middle-aged, Ronald McDonald who enjoys bouncing around with kids & eating fries, their non-human counterpart is dressed like a hotel worker & a top hat. ehh?

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We looked up at the perplexing menu of weird food combinations. Chickenjoy? Spaghetti? Palabok?. We chose the less threatening, although I seriously debated the Palabok, which consisted of chicharon pork bits, egg & shrimp slices. (i’m mexican, chicharon is a weak spot) I can’t even remember if the food was great, or if the terrible tummy ache that ensued later was worth all the trouble, but I had to try & conquer this wacky spot. It was up there with Wienerschnitzel for worlds worst, fast food cleanse. They have a new tunapie out. What can I say? I like pain.

why not?

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Monica is…starting a blog.

So it seems everyone and their momma has a blog, so why the hell not? As it stands, I go through my day to day, exhausting my mental capacity with the stuff I see, hear, and eat.  Its selfishly a blog for myself, but if somebody happens to catch it have fun with it!