Monica is…compiling a wish list of useless junk.

I want these…I love crap like this!

90s bestie

burger

cheeseburger

umbrellas

cake

Monica is…still laughing out loud.

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I have been on a quest to find a new robe. You may be wondering what the picture above has to do with this. Well, It’s been a looooong search.

Before I would have gone to Bloomingdales & just called it a day, but since the money ain’t flowing anymore, I find myself bargain shopping in the most depressing places. It’s really cruel when you have become accustomed to shopping in certain stores & have to downgrade to save a penny. I will only allow myself an “old” luxury item here & there, but it’s hardly satisfying. I needed a robe badly since I had to retire “old faithful” due to overuse. The robe has become as important to my life as visiting gossip sites. They both comfort me on a bad day & I feel naked without them. The robe is my household uniform & a way to keep warm in this cold ass, uninsulated apartment. So, I figured I’d find a cheap one at Target, but they had stupid patterns & weren’t soft. Strike 1. There was a C- mall near Target & decided I had nothing else to lose but look. I hate going To Victoria’s Secret, but I figured they’d have some semi-decent robes. I was quickly attacked by a sales girl with hand lotion & a bottomless sales script. I couldn’t get away in time & I left the store smelling like a stripper. Strike 2. I was growing tired from walking through the shitty mall near Target, & just when I was gonna end the search, I saw Jc Penney. Score! I swear, everytime I walk into this store it never fails for a cheap laugh. I find this place mighty amusing. This place is an alternate universe stuck in the 80’s. The sales people are beyond horrible, the place smells terrible (more like pee), kids are always hiding between the racks, & I always find the scariest looking clothing. I didn’t find a robe at all, but I had to take a few pictures of these giant harnesses & polyester house suits. The old people shot me dirty looks as I chuckled loudly & my camera phone made the shutter sound. Hehe…

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Monica is…3 feet away from Bill Hader.

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Well I was 3 feet away from him. I had the day off & decided to work on my fitness by taking a quick jog by my job. It’s amidst a residential area & thankfully its peaceful & safe enough to sweat out a few lbs. before summer hits. Afterwards, I felt energized & decided to have a sandwich at my favorite wine & spirits shop. As I emerged with my delicious sandwich (turkey on ciabatta sundried tomato spread balsamic & sweet olive oil), I was head on with Mr. Hader for a second I paused, he smiled & then went on his way. He was adorable in his little blue hoodie & sneakers. I was in sweat pants & “workout hair”. Not exactly the Bill Hader moment I’d pictured in my head. I was on a call with the boyfriend & I could only whisper that I had seen Bill Hader, then proceeded to call my best chum with my sighting. I rarely get excited, but he is quite entertaining. He gets snaps for not doing what stars usually do: smug doucheface, no eye contact, & speed stepping through the masses on the busy block. Before I happen to drive away, I see Mr. Hader walking through the Mc Mansions, alone & smiling. No doucheface.

Playing a human blur…Mr. Hader in blue…

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Monica is…going to find orange cones.

blog-014Anybody who lives in an apartment knows the humbling pains of finding parking. On busy nights, the Asian church around the corner crowds the streets with cars, bumper to bumper. (lexus & hondas!) I circle the street a few times, give up & have to block the driveway. So with that being said, I wish I was as bold as the woman who guards this almighty parking spot. Everytime I come home from work without fail at about 6:48/6:50ish, I see her remove the cones & park. Isn’t this illegal? Quite frankly, I’m surprised a crackhead hasn’t taken these for bartering. Pretty ingenious, right?

Monica is…feeling a lot better.

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I was having a rough few days. Life was kicking my ass. I was blank & felt like poo. Well…I was actually recovering from seeing Lindsay Lohan on ANOTHER cover of a magazine. Seriously, how the hell is she still getting covers? I swear to God, she is always on a magazine cover, promoting what? I was excited to see my NYLON magazine only to dry heave in disgust. GAAAH! She was on the 10th anniversary edition. What a load of shit…Why could they have put Helena Christensen, who even at 40 is 800 times hotter & more relevant than skin & bones Lohan. I gots no love for this dumb girl anymore…she’s on the x-communicated list now with Rihanna. Celebrity letdowns.

Lohan————————-> patoey patoey!

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ms. helena——————-> yum yum

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