The Adventures of Romi and Michelle...

So... Here I am...
Finally in a large market, PLENTY OF FUN AND JOBS AROUND ME...

We think we are SO cool... walking around in our shades.... SUNGLASSES AT NIGHT! That's the trick to possible "WE WANNA SEE ANYONE FAMOUS" fans looking at you. It's weird. Funny thing, huh? We are ready to take over in LA and begin our careers as bad mother fuckers... (that's right... its the wallet that says bad-mother-fucker...)

Howev all I see is porn, 1988 Farrari's and trany-hookers!

Why are The Hills SO close, yet so far away?? This is the theme of week one is West Hollywood, CA. We see the hills every day while we are WALKING 35 blocks for jobs that we are "over qualified" for and we don't want... or restaurant jobs that are SO prestigious at Johnny Rockets that 35 year olds with MBAs are working there and there is a 6 month waiting list for employment.
How?
How can people afford this shit?
C and I were SO thrilled the other night when we had a two drink, two pool game, two bar, and one amature-half-naked-dancer-on-a pole-during-Latino-night 4 HOUR EVENING...

for the low LOW price of $22.75.

YES WE COUNTED! Oh wait! Let's not forget the $2 service fee for the "UPSCALE" LA BARS THAT DONT TAKE CREDIT CARDS... yet another ATM trip I do not remember...

So, in other news...
LOTS of replies to GREAT jobs! 35K, 42K and climbing. I see those high-end boutiques in my tunnel vision... BUT NO SECOND PHONE CALLS. "You are a great interview Ms. Denise!"
yet silence...

My boutique shopping this week has been the Santa Monica Blvd Target and late night drunken strolls saying, "hey... there's a futon... we dont have a matress... but we could use it... couldn't we?"

Ick... where's our Gucci and Prada? Where's our Edward Morris coming to our second story window after our years of hookerddom and being pretty women?

Well, maybe next week will be AWESOME! Until then, its MySpace at midnight, and re-runs and re-runs of Project Runway and Fresh Prince...

Much Love,
D