DO ME ON IT.

Hollywood annoys me, because they either have the laziest people scouting for locations or they’re assholes that think the general population won’t notice that LA looks nothing like NYC.

Especially since New York is SO AWESOME. However, the only reason I even know this is because the city of Los Angeles makes it damn near impossible to get to work on time when they’re shooting. Whether I’m on the Metro or driving to work — it’s fucking chaos to find parking to get to work on time. I’m tired of it. Can you please just shoot in the places your stories are based on? I mean, I know its expensive but can you NOT take up all the parking in the morning/afternoons. You make my commute to work impossible. And I definitely don’t want to know your whereabouts when I’m getting drunk down Palmetto St over at Villian’s Tavern. By far the coolest bar in Los Angeles, and I love that I work less than a block from it. Anytime I need a Tijuana Tramp, I just walk over to ye old awesome V’s Tavern for some boozin and floozin. Please don’t ruin my stylo, Hollywood. You ain’t a good look round these parts.

mikeypizzle:

stupid girls….

Haha I do this all the time.

I’m incredibly excited for Thanksgiving.

Last year I didn’t head home for the holiday and stayed in the city with friends. This year I’m going to leave work a day early to get some QT time with my Mom. I’m particularly excited for this, because I help her make and consume some dope ass tamales and we get drunk together and laugh. This year I begged her to take me to watch The Muppets - much to my surprise and like when I was a child, I got my wish. So this time by the holiday I’m going to be fat as fuck idolizing my spirit queen since the tiny wee age of 4 - Miss Piggy. The rad thing is I get to teach Lia who’s 9 all about why this shit is awesome. Maybe she’s a little older than I was but she still gets it. I made her watch Great Muppet Caper and Muppets Take Manhattan just to get her acquainted with the ongoing story that are the Jim Henson Muppet phenomenon. 

I also forced her to watch The Dark Crystal, and my personal favorite Labyrinth. Any chance to dance and sing along with David Bowie’s unusually large and enormous crotchal region is always a party — and a vision that should be watched and learned about at ANY age.

Suffice to say, she loves that movie and hi-jacked my dvd copy. Parenting, I’m good at it and I’m not even a parent. 

If you haven’t seen Going The Distance yet, you should. 

This movie rules a little, and it was super super funny. I wish Charlie Day was my roommate, and I wish I was in NYC. Er’day.

hoodfrida:

^{Abraham: They don’t accept us over there. They never have.
Selena: Hello, we’re Mexican.
Abraham: No, we are Mexican-American, and they don’t like Mexican-Americans. And they can be mean. And they can tear us apart over there. And Selena’s Spanish is…
Selena: What about my Spanish? I’ve been singing in Spanish for 10 years. It’s perfect.
Abraham: Singing, yes. But when you speak it, you speak it a little funny. And down there you gotta speak perfectly or the press will eat you up and spit you out alive. I’ve seen them do it.
Selena: Overreacting as usual.
A.B.: Dad, the music will speak for itself, Dad.
Abraham: Listen, being Mexican-American is tough. Anglos jump all over you if you don’t speak English perfectly. Mexicans jump all over you if you don’t speak Spanish perfectly. We gotta be twice as perfect as anybody else. I’m serious.
A.B.: I know you’re serious, Dad.
Abraham: Our family has been here for centuries. And yet they treat us as if we just swam across the Rio Grande. I mean, we gotta know about John Wayne and Pedro Infante. We gotta know about Frank Sinatra and Agustín Lara. We gotta know about Oprah and Cristina. Anglo food is too bland. And yet when we go to Mexico, we get the runs. Now that, to me, is embarrassing. Japanese-Americans, Italian-Americans, German-Americans, their homeland is on the other side of the ocean. Ours … is right next door. Right over there. And we gotta prove to the Mexicans how Mexican we are. And we gotta prove to the Americans how American we are. We gotta be more Mexican than the Mexicans and more American than the Americans both at the same time. It’s exhausting. Damn! Nobody knows how tough it is to be a Mexican-American.}

classic

Aye, mira das soo tru.

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Was a really good movie sans the lame romantic comedy circus. And basically, similar if not slightly true account of how people interact with each other; based on their past, their present, and what they essentially want in a partner… to be with their best friend.

Cue bullshit, enter bottle of Stella Rossa, my tears and some Chipotle because I’m a happy girl.

I ordered “A Single Man” on Netflix about 2 weeks ago. It’s stupid, because I’ve had this movie on my queue for about 2 months already, and I always kept pushing it lower to watch dumb shit like Aziz Ansari. Well regreettzzzzz.

It took me 2 weeks to actually sit down and pop this movie into my laptop and watch. Now, as of the last few weeks I’ve been seriously obsessed with Tom Ford. Yes, the gay Tom Ford aka Fashion Designer, AKA GUCCI GUCCI, AKA sex on a stick with glitter and gay rainbows. I luh luh love this guy. His attention to detail in his clothing is beyond mint condition and amazing. He’s fierce and screams everything modern to me. Less really is more with this dude, and that concept couldn’t fit a better artist in every sense of the word.