Monica is…sick of dancing with the stars coverage.


I’m not really sure why or how this even happened but apparently America likes watching crap. I admit I watch stuff like Rock of Love or Charm School, only because it doesn’t go around masking itself as a “real show”. It’s trashy & lame, but you go in knowing this as you start to have feelings for these skanky chicks (which is why Daisy from Rock of Love is now getting a show). Now this Dancing with the Stars crap, why people? Why? It’s a “serious” thing with all of these “injuries”. (when this show first started, you hardly heard about stars getting hurt) It has an insane amount of ratings, celebrity c-listers at best, & the dancing is really fucking horrible. I watched this once trying to see what all the fuss was about, & was terribly dissapointed. Some of these celebrities butcher half of these traditional dances, which when done professionally looks amazing like the Rumba & the Tango, instead you get visual nausea from all of the legs & arms flailing & cheesy comentary from these half-wit judges. Is there no real news out there? I’m really tired of waking up to news, that Belinda Carlisle has been sent home. Who cares! When will reality shows be banned to cable? I think you should be forced to pay for the awful things you watch. I know I do, & I’m okay with that.

Monica is…waiting patiently to try Jollibee. again.

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?


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.