I had the chance to pick up some lunch at Auntie Em’s in my favorite neighborhood of Eagle Rock. It’s been in the neighborhood for years but it’s been transformed into what the Los Angeles Times calls “hip”.  Maybe because it’ll soon be a “hip”-ster spot.  From what I hear, hipsters love cupcakes and Auntie Em’s has some very delicious cupcakes. 

Auntie Em’s Kitchen
4616 Eagle Rock Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90041
www.auntieemskitchen.com

The cupcakes were calling me.

Trifecta. Red velvet, coconut, and chocolate. Yes, please. Thanks.

Even though Spring ‘08 lines dropped a few weeks ago, INSIGHT is not procrastinating at all. Solidifying the fact that fashion is always on the move, they’ve put a little collection preview for their Spring ‘09 line at their showroom here in L.A.

I know you’re all just as excited as I am to see the sneak peak and Cultist will definitely be representing on this one. If you aren’t up on what INSIGHT has to offer, check out the goods from leggings, tops, dresses, bottoms, and even swimmear on www.cultistshop.com.

And, yes, that is the American Apparel model that you see on billboards everywhere. Cultist definitely had her modeling with us first. I’m telling you, we here at Cultist, set the trend indeed.

The front window at Free’s Shop.

Our tenets (this almost made me cry).

So did this. Flowers from the magazines.

This is Ali pretending to be a young Japanese girl (which isn’t a terribly rare occurrence).

I was interviewed and photographed for Nylon Japan. There are other photos but they made me wear a hot pink skirt so it is my sincere hope you are all too cheap to buy a foreign magazine.

Also interviewed by WWD Japan. No big deal. Notice that I am about four feet taller than the super cute journalist. I think the word that comes to mind is “hulking.”

For my last night, the wonderful Free’s crew took me to a restaurant called Ninja which I’m sure is a complete tourist spectacle that they would never be caught dead in otherwise. Thanks guys! This is our server, Ninja Linda.

This is breaded steak. Shaped like fish. I love Japanese people.

I’m not sure what we’re doing with our hands here.

We probably won’t Linda, but you are too adorable.

Then: Karaoke! Let it be known that I absolutely love karaoke. I think there is some inverse correlation between the quality of one’s singing voice and his or her appreciation of karaoke. In that vein, I sound something like a dying cat when I sing but that never stops me from ordering up Heart’s “These Dreams” and having a moment. What can I say? Every second of the night I live another life.

“Joey find me ‘Glory of Love.’ Yes, by Peter Cetera.”

“Just like a knight in shining armor, from a long time ago. Just in time I will save the day, take you to my castle far awaaaaaaay.”

The End.

(well, at least in my book…) Goes to Tara on the Married to the MOB blog.  This blog entry is the real-ist shit I’ve read on a blog in a long time but MOB has always kept it real.  Peep the entry at http://www.mobliving.com/blog/780 .  While you’re at, check the Cultist site for the dope shit MTTB puts out.

For me, The Hills, has become half comedy, half how the hell does Lauren get offered jobs left and right but then I remember:  Duh!  It’s fake and she’s MTV’s fucking golden child).  The one statement that had me laughing hysterically is when Spencer’s sister, Stephanie, was trying to squeeze tears out of her eyes while Spencer calmly said, “No. You’re making yourself cry thinking about what YOU did.” Could he be any more of an arrogant jerk?  I love it.  Yup, I can see myself saying that to just about anyone…

I say we just get Lauren and Heidi to get into some great hair pulling squabble while Brody and Spencer fight like bitches as well and call it a season.  Thoughts???

With the recent Congress recession threat, furthered by the deterioration of consumer spending, it is only appropriate that I  try to elavate the tough economic state. My contemplation has led to my being driven insane with the desire to touch the rare skin of the Gucci Hysteria Top Handle Python bag.  One might think, Yowza! $3990 plus tax seems somewhat steep. But i have a bigger picture in mind. Besides being taken to a whole new level of fashionistaism i will singlehandedly be helping the federal reserve chairmain climb out of the mouting economic woes. The Gucci Hysteria Python bag is a purchase that is indespensible to economic vitality.

Lilo too cares about the recession threat 

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The Jamshers is back in action and as usual I don’t have anything of great importance to talk about. I’m sitting in an office in downtown LA with seven Persian men, a Mexican and a Mongol. It smells of dust, I’ve just had my tenth tea of the day and Yasi just yelled at me to write the new Jamsheed’s corner.

A few things I would like to discuss. The first one is sweating. I’ve realized that I dont sweat as much as I did in high school. It was pretty bad then. I would get so embarrassed sometimes that I would keep my hooded sweatshirt on in 90 degree weather so no one could see my spots. These days only a couple spots here and there … no big deal. Dear God … why didn’t you have me sweat like this then? I could’ve gotten a lot more ass and not have been as self conscious. Whatever at least I was skinny back then … voted best legs on the tennis team. Now I think I’d get voted best legs on the sumo team.

Next I would like to discuss New Year’s … there’s nothing much to discuss. My vagine didn’t get any attention, 5 hours of my night was spent waiting for cabs, 30 secs was spent talking to a guy who was stupid enough to eat garlic for dinner, and at the end of the night I realized why I haven’t spent New Year’s in LA for the past 6 yrs.

Lastly, but most importantly, I want to discuss the L word. For all the wannabe lesbians who just can’t bring themselves to go downtown on the jungle of love, the L word is the show to watch. The cast is comprised of every good looking lesbian on the planet. The rest are just ugly with hairy legs and cats or if you’ve had a one nighter the girl was probably so drunk she forgot she was straight. Anyways the second episode of the 4th season just aired and I’ve never laughed so hard at how retarded the show actually is. The dialogue is so stupid that I still can’t believe its on the air but I am glad it is bc Shane is the love of my life. If you watch the show note how fuckin stupid Bette’s hair is. It looks like the hair of a 90 yr old Persian woman shopping at Elat market. Tina is still the ugliest person with lips so thin they can give you paper cuts on your vagine. Jenny needs to DIE and then DIE again. The one thing that disturbed me the most last night is Helena and the man woman scary butch pyscho. Who the hell is that person and who the fuck were all those disgusting looking lesbians in the shower that had African style titties. I am so glad my boobs don’t look like that. Esther and Pinta are as perky as a 2 yr olds ass. What else … oh yeah I know it’s mean but I honestly did not understand one word Marlee Matalin said. They need to have the subtitles on 24/7 for that shit.

JAMSHEED’s DOITDOIT of the day: Obviously most of my doitdoits are about food so … go try out this fuckin bomb ass pizza on Hollywood blvd. It is on the corner that is across the street from Toi. No idea what it’s called but they put sesame seeds on the crust and it rocks my world. Secondly, if you want to see Shane and try and slip her your number, hoping she will just take you in the bathroom and have your way with her go to Falcon on Sunday nights for the L word viewing. She has apparantly been there the past 2 Sundays with fuckin Paris Hilton of all people. (I hope they didn’t do it). Ok I’m done. The end.

(*Cultist does not necessarily share the views of Jamsheed and cannot be held accountable for any offense, lawsuits, or violent spasms occuring as a result of these posts. )