tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25073695102061998192012-02-16T19:37:11.850-08:00Will Eleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02173943652862381841noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507369510206199819.post-90294385099003943982007-07-02T13:37:00.000-07:002008-09-09T12:49:02.252-07:00"Hold the cilantro, por favor, Ma'am," I exclaimed in my laconic southern accent. Insert akward pause, then follow with "Can you also hold the calories in this coke, too... Yes, I mean a diet coke." <br /><br />This previous statement being publicized into the smoggy ether of Hollywoodland by yours truly has become quite a daily routine, much like brushing my teeth or turning down a saleswoman that is using her botox grin in attempt to persuade me to pay extra for a pair of blue jeans that are intentionally destroyed in order to look old. Apparently, all of the stores in L.A. west of Sepulveda have a pet mountian lion on hand just to streamline this very process of "distressing" denim. I personally enjoy the "just thrown from my vespa jeans" over the "mountain lion attack victim" look, but that's just a personal preference. As for the diet coke, I have become terribly vain in a terribly small window of time; narcissism ain't no thing. As for rain, KTLA told me that a downpour is scheduled for sometime in October. As for celebrity spottings: David Hasselhoff (being fed overpriced tortellini by his female escort), Jessica Alba (shopping for overpriced mountian lion attack jeans), Beck (deep fried snack food aisle at the local Von's), and a Busta Rhymes (obviously motivated to match his entire outfit with his cherry red cadillac convertible).<br /><br />Just be,<br />Will<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507369510206199819-9029438509900394398?l=holdthecilantro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Will Eleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02173943652862381841noreply@blogger.com0