Monica is…so f’ing bored.

my life 90% of the time

my life 90% of the time

Almost a year has passed & it has been so uneventful its not even funny. I’m having one of those “off” years, where nothing I do seems to be going right. Everything is soo fucking boring. I think I have a boring disorder. Work is depressing because its not what I should be doing. I finally moved out after years of being annoyed by my mother only to find that I have that worst neighbors EVER. Bad job=poor, which sadly means there is no room to get a pricey bite to eat or a couple of drinks to drown my sorrows. Geez I could go on, and on but I think the list would stretch pretty far. I feel lazy all of the time & I think that I’m starting to get this temporary hunch from lack of enthusiasm. It’s actually pretty infectious. While at work, I found that most of my co-workers seem to also be suffering from this same bored disorder. While we pretend to fold jeans, we complain about how bored we are at work. Hours will go by without any customer interaction & this observation fills everyone of us with a type of panic….but on my off days I always find solace in food. So today in an effort not to be bored I went to Joans On Third, with my Miley Cyrus, Elle magazine & ate deliciousness.

me & miley

me & miley

and  yes it was THAT good!

and yes it was THAT good!

this makes me long for nyc's dean & deluca

this makes me long for nyc's dean & deluca



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Monica is…back from the 4th of July food coma.

Hope your 4th of July was filled with booze, friends & food! I took a brief hiatus, after consuming what seemed like mounds of meat, salsa, chips. Unfortunately, its time to get back into the grind…well…one more beer ;)

plump as these little piggies

plump as these little piggies


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Monica is…exhausted from all the week’s events.

It’s been a tough week of celebrity news…The last time I remember such an outpour was when Princess Diana died & for months TV, magazines, books & any type of media had her face plastered all over. I expect the next few weeks to be the same, with the passing of Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, & the bizarre death of Billy Mays.  I think the most interesting thing about Michael’s death, is the many generations laced with stories, memories & devotion to the “King of Pop”. Every single person I’ve spoken to, can recollect a story or a profound experience involving his music, his persona or his scandal.  It is shocking & mind blowing how anyone “larger than life” always has such a tragic existence & Michael will probably remain one of the most prolific deaths of my generation.

arrives on newstands Monday

arrives on newstands Monday

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Monica is…tuning into Bravo’s NYC Prep

real life gossip girl

the preps?

real life gossip girl?

real life gossip girl?

I have no shame, I watch reality TV. Why fight it? Sure I watch “real” shows, like Nurse Jackie, Weeds, Dexter etc, but nothing keeps me as glued as watching another persons daily life. Now more than ever, our socializing habits have turned our generation into these rabid information hounds. Who better to bring me into someone else’s “world” than Bravo, with their new show NYC Prep. New York will forever fascinate me, & these kids make Gossip Girl look like child’s play. These people are not characters, they are the privileged, rich, spoiled & sometimes bubble trapped offspring of the Upper West & East Side. Although they can be bratty at times, they speak the truth when it comes to the realities of money, fame & “who you know”. They can sound a bit “abrasive” & we sound “jealous”  saying they are terrible people…but is it because a part of us, would want to see what it’s like? Umm yeah…I would trade this bag of ramen for an STK dinner any day…poor is not cool.

texting is the new talking

texting is the new talking

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Monica is…convinced the Keyboard Cat was a gift from God.

I simply can’t enough of this cat…just when I think I seen enough of these videos, they just keep getting better & better. This cat brought me to tears…long live this orange tabby!


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