I’ve been in L.A for two days now. My homie Scotty Ill has put both Sarah and I up in his wonderful apartment and the fridge is stocked with Trix yogurt and Juicy Juice boxes. The weather is bangin’ and In n Out “animal style” burgers are what’s up, but as for certain other aspects of this city, well…not so good.
1. THE GIRLS!
Where are the cool girls in L.A? I know like, 3. The uniform out here is a ridiculously big designer bag, a fucking head wrap, Ray Bans, a maternity dress in white, leggings, and the most obvious designer heels you could buy. All they talk about is shoes and clubs and fasts. What ever happened to sneakers and cheese burgers and what’s the big fucking deal about pink berry? Today while I was getting my nails done, a girl resembling what is described above got into a confrontation with the manager of the salon, and while she was yelling at him she kept checking herself out in the mirror. Maybe if we pray, tonight she will od on coke.
2. THE WALKS
You can’t walk out here. I know everyone knows that, but really, even walking up the block knocks the wind out of you. These blocks are longer then city blocks and they’re stripped of individuality. It’s just cute house after cute house, or condo after condo. Unless you’re by a palm tree the sun pretty much owns you. I don’t have my license and all my friends have jobs, so I’m either confined to the apartment, Fairfax, or I’m taking cabs without knowing where the fuck I’m going. I need a friend with a car who doesn’t feel the need to work.
3. THE FOOD
While I’d like to eat animal style burgers every day and night my health doesn’t allow it. Therefore, I’m forced to find other means of fuel. More or less everything I’ve put in my mouth I wanted to throw up. Maybe I will come home 10 pounds lighter...this may work out after all.
4. THE FUN
I can have fun anywhere and everywhere, and I do! Sometimes, however, you need a little pre-made fun. Like, parties and shit. In New York, there’s always something going on, even when there’s not. Here, you cant even go on a roof and throw eggs because the buildings aren’t built for that. We rolled up to some spot called Cha Cha and the door guy, who looked like gay dude in Boogie Nights, told me to “get the fuck off my car” when I was standing in front of it. This faggot had Minnesota plates. ‘Nuff said.
Mixtgrl / from: Los Angeles / Posted on:August 14th 2007 01:48 pm
HEY! Cut it out... the cool girls are all around LA your just hanging in the wrong spots!!!
Well at least your lucky enough to find the cute boys where you are :) What up to Fairfax and RSWD!!
Okay got to get you in a car...I would give up a day of work to rep LA to the fullest...good luck on the rest of the trip and hit us up if you need a ride some place! http://bellabeat.blogspot.com/
stefaheff / from: West Covina, CA / Posted on:August 11th 2007 06:23 pm
carne asada fries or carne asada nachos is what it's all about! oh yea, & you gottttta try wingstop! there's like two in la.
