I know right, I'm like the most UNRELIABLE person ever, but get over it, at least I ain't dead.

Ok, so it's been a quite a while since this aired on tv, but I HAD to post it. CAUSE IT'S SOOOOOOO GOD DAMN FUNNY!!!! I mean, come on. Who hasn't been secretly waiting for Blake Lively to break out the ghetto girl impression. Personally, I think she should dump the whole Serena gig on Gossip Girl, and get her own series about ghetto-ass, shrill-voiced, white girl. Cause it'd be funny as hell. Fo-real. And yes, I did just type that, I can, CAUSE THIS MA BLOG!!!! AW-IGHT?!? I'm just kiddin'! Jaykay!!!! Jaykay.......Anyway, watch it! I'm out, Kibbles and Bits! XOXO, Gossip Guy, Coco.

Where Did My Time Go?

Hello darlings, it's me, Coco. I know, I know, no one probably reads this shit anymore, AND, y'all probably remember me as going by "Stephan", well, let's just get it out there, it's been A LONG, LONG, time since I've last posted. And a lot of things have changed in my life. I predominantly go by Coco now (although, Stephan Monroe is my new real name -wink,wink-), I'm VERY active on twitter, I'm thinking about getting a Facebook, I also intend to start posting stuff on YouTube eventually, and, among other things, I'm now obsessed with Motown music, slash(gay) fanfiction, old cars (especially 60's Cadillacs, YOWZA!), and I'm now planning on starting a record company soon. A record label for gay people, by gay people. Sort of a modern-day, gay version of Motown. I mean, we'd have straight people too, but mainly gays (; . Anyway, I'm admittedly not sure if this is gonna work out completely, I'm not gonna lie, there's always the chance I'll just forget about my blogs again, but never fear no one!!! I'll try at least. So, ta-ta for now. I must take my leave to shave my face. There's nothing harder than being a hairy, gay teenager. Except maybe being a hairy, straight, female teenager. High school years can be an ugly thing. Toodles! ;D

BREANA, THIS IS FOR YOU.

Hello Upper California Coasters, Gossip Gay here, miss me? I bet you didn't, but like I give a shit, you're all a bunch of whorey flea bags who can't find your own crotch if it was up your own assholes. Just kidding, I have a lot of pent up rage right now, and I shouldn't take this out on ya'll, besides, this post is a sort of gift, for a friend of mine, Breana, a.k.a. Brenna. Honey, I know you stil have to have some sort of attraction to old Ed, and like I said, this is for you.

Those of you who'd like to actually own this very attractive image, just pick up a copy of Arena Homme +. And, yes, the '+' is part of the title. Now, don't ask me WHERE to get a copy, cause I don't know. Well, have fun with the eye candy, bitches. I'm Out, Worship Me Bitches!

FARRAH FAWCETT DEAD AT 62; MICHAEL JACKSON AT 50.

Well, the world is truly, coming to an end. Two of the biggest icons in pop-culture history gone in one day. Farrah Fawcett, the first modern pin-up girl and 1970's sex symbol, and Michael Jackson, The King of Pop and Jesus of MTV, both dead, today, June 25th, 2009, Fawcett, 62; Jackson, 50. Many people never thought the end would come for these two, even with Fawcett's long battle with cancer and Jackson's ever deterioating body from countless (uneeded) plastic surgeries, stemming from a freak accident in the 1980's when his hair caught on fire. It's funny to think that Jackson was the same age as the label that started his life. This not only being his 50th year on this earth, but the 50th year of the Great Motown Label, the founder of which, now in his eighties, is still alive. Farrah, on the other hand was brought into this world of stardom on a simple, yet smart telivision program by the name of "Charlie's Angels", one of THE biggest tv shows of the 1970's, on the same levels as the 1990's "Seindfeld" and our generation's "CSI". Near the end of her life, she was seen as an inspiration, documenting her battle with cancer in hopes of teaching the public about what really happens in the life of a cancer patient. No matter what stumbles these stars had in their lives (I'm looking at you, Wacko-Jacko), they will always, always, be remembered.

IN REMEMBRANCE:

Ferrah Leni Fawcett

February 2nd, 1947 - June 25th, 2009

Michael Joseph Jackson

August 29th, 1958 - June 25th, 2009

Happy Birthday Jim!

Happy Birthday to Jim Sturgess. He's 28 today!

Happy Birthday Jim!

WHoa, John Mayer is bisexual. And apparently I'm the last to know. Oh, and, I"M BACK BITCHES. Wow, this is long title.

Hello Upper California Coasters, Gossip Guy Here. Apparently............John Mayer likes penis...........And vagina.......So he's Bi. I guess. Although, looking at this picture, I hate to sound like an ignorrant straight person, but, that is soooooooo gggaaaayyy. Whatever though, I think it just makes him more attractive actually, I don't even hate him that much anymore. It really makes a difference when you find out someone is playing on your team. Or at least, an allied team. Cause, hello, LGBT. The B means bisexual, and that's what he is. Well, beasides this "STARTLING" news break, this also my first post in a long time. So, yeah. By the way, I have proof. TWITTER. Well, gots to goes for now. I'm Out, Worship Me Bitches!

FASHEEZIE MA BEAZY, FASHEEZIE

Just, wanted to say that.............. =]

John Mayers Pregnant?

Hello Upper California Coasters, Gossip Guy here. And, no, John Mayer is not pregnant. That would just be an insult to Jennifer. I kid, if she wanted a baby, she would've had one by now. She does NOT want to ruin her body Now. But anyway, according to John Mayer's Twitter (yes, I follow him. Shut up), he has post departum depression. I have no idea what it is, although I'm guessing it has something to do with depression, and actually I really don't care if he cries while he stuffs his face full of pickles, just as long as he doesn't drown any babies. You know, what happened to the old days, when John Mayer wasn't a douche-bag? You know, circa 2003 when he was still relatively unknown and still kinda cute. Yes, I said he doesn't look good anymore, got a problem? Anyway, just dropped in to give you that little bit of information. Oh, and, memo, I'm gonna stop posting here for a little while until my other blogs get on their feet, post-number-wise. Oh well, got to go, I'm working on a post about Twitter for Pink & Turquoise, and freaking YouTube is doing fucking maintanence right now, and I can't get the embed thingy to work. Beazy Fasheezie. I'm Out, Worship me Bitches!

Babble........

Has anyone ever noticed that I post a lot in the wee hours of the morning? It's weird, it's like it's the only time I feel like spreading my nonsenscent babble across the galaxies of cyber-space. Oh well, whatever......you know, I've been thinking, (this is usualy where my over-sarcastic mother would say, "That isn't good"), but does anyone else think Jamie Bell is cute? He is like super, super, supersupersuper, ca-yute. He's that rare kinda cute, where it's like, sexy cute. Almost like John Krasinski, but instead of feeding him cookies then tearing off his clothes, feeding him cookies, chocolate, and candy, then waiting until the next day to tear his clothes off. Hmm, I have too much imagination, that must explain my recent movie idea that involves a bi-sexual love triangle, multiple-mental disorders, multiple orgasms, manic depression, fine french cuisine, the supernatural, flamboyant gayness, mafia related murder and the city of paris. Ugh, I've gotta go to sleep, possible dreams of cute boys await me. Oh, before I go though, a little bit of Jamie. Oh, you've probably already seen it. Well, Toodles!

Why?

Really. Why? Why would you say that with a fucking mic in front of your fucking face? MA PUSSAY, IS HANGIN' OUT. WHY?!!!!!!!! Oh Britney, two steps foward, one step back. Two steps foward, one step back.

Is my work already being done?

Surely, I am not the only one noticing this, noticing that it seems like vintage is coming back with a vengeance. First Penelope Cruz with her vintage Pierre Balmain dress, then Kate Winslet with her style homage to Grace Kelly, and, though less prevalent and this started much more earlier than this year, but girl's shirts at stores like Hollister, Aeropostale, Amerian Eagle, and A&F. If anybody at all has noticed, this is actually a throw-back to the 1970's. Yes, the 70's. The era of rollerdisco and polyester. Back then was when girls first started wearing long tight shirts that went well past the belt. You see, when I become famous, it was my goal to begin a cultural rewind, to revert back to the grander days of elegance and glamour, the flapper era of 1920's, the jazz era of the 1930's, the war era of the 1940's, the simple art deco era of the 1950's, and the bold and sometimes crazy shapes and lines of the 1960's. Well, with people like Penelope Cruz and Kate Winslet doing that already, I don't know if I'll have too much work to do. But really, you're probably wondering why I want to do this. Because. Because I want to show the idiotic and sometimes ignorant people of my generation the elegance, the glamour, the opulence, and the beauty of the Golden Eras of Film & Music, when to be in show business meant that you could do it all, sing, dance, act, and still have brains. To have the common descency to wear a tuxedo or a gown to a formal event, to wear a matching hat, or matching shoes. To step out of a car onto a plush red carpet and be pleasantly blinded by the lights of thousands of cameras capturing your legacy at this time and




















place to be kept for all of eternity past your death and become immortalized as not only a movie star, but a star, a shimmering, glittering star in the sky, because it was you. You were shinning at that moment, and they didn't want to forget that. Now. I'm not saying that this era is full of crap, we just need to find a balance, a balance between the MILLIONAIRES and Al Bowlly. A balance between Dior Haute Couture and Juicy Couture. To put it simpy, A Balance between the two worlds, A Balance Between CHANEL N°5 and Miss Dior Cherie. Hmm, if only I knew other people like me (no, not like that), people who see the past, and are interested, not arrogantly disapproving and bored. -sigh-, How do you feel about fur coming back In-Style?

I need soma dat shit......

Seriously, sure, I know how to make my hair NOT feel like plastic, but, still, the less harder my hair, the faster it falls apart. Why?! Oh why did those stupid tree huggers babble on about the Ozone, when I obviously needed Ozon, hairspray that is. Does anyone know if this is made anymore? Seriously, if not, I will pay someone to go and look for forgotten cans in warehouses and shit. Please! Please!Please!Please!Please!Please! I NEED OZON!

I found a bitch crazier than Me!

I found A bitch crazier than me! Ha!Ha!Ha! Who's mentally unstable now, huh? Whatcha goin do now bitch.....

Guess What Today Is Bitches

My Birthday! That's right, yours truly is a year older. What that year's number is though. you're gonna have to either wait until I die decades from now or steal my birth certificate, either way, it would be hard to find out. Now, someone might notice the fact that I share my birthday with someone else, say, Jennifer Aniston! Happy Birthday Jen! That's not the only person though. Take a look at the people I share my birthday with:

Jennifer Aniston

Thomas Edison

The inventor of electricity, HA! Beat that!

Kelly Rowland

Singer (i guess)

Damian Lewis

The guy from "Life"

And Unfortunately, This Bitch

Well, I gotta go make the rounds for Mah Blogs. Goodbye for Now, BTW, listen to Opus 23 on the Marie Antoinette Soundtrack, I love it, it's sad, it's happy, it's moody, it's content. Just listen. TTYL, Stephan Etionne Monroe.

Blast from the Past

Ah, Armstrong, I'v never heard of you, but I definitely buy your floors now...Seriously, the laminate floor company's latest campaign showcasing their laminate floors that "Look Just Like The Real Thing" have four "late-celebrities" showing off their floors. I don't know about but I think they're just cute. My favorite is Lucille Ball giving her "This is my home" pose. My mother's is James Dean. Even at 48 she acts like a crazy fan for him.

Dean Martin

Marlon Brando

James Dean

Lucille Ball