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Monica is…wishing she was in NYC for this glorious coffee.

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I love coffee. I really do. I have it everyday. Its my elixer for a bad day, a comforting friend during a work break, & the best thing after a yummy meal. Once a upon a time when I would travel to New York for work, I’d bend over backwards to get a cup from Dean & Deluca. I had my first cup at Paramount hotel’s d&d in midtown, next to a hobo, respectively. As I sipped my warm, buttery cup with my pee smelling friend, I couldn’t find a better moment to celebrate my first trip to nyc. I had always dreamed of entering their amazing store in Soho since its one of the best for a food gawker like myself. When I finally had a chance to visit the market, I absorbed every minute of it.  The market itself is immaculate & the smells coming from the bakery & the coffee, made me weak in the knees. Hands down best coffee I’ve ever had. So for my birthday, my bf sent me a little d&d package filled with a great assortment of coffee  since I’m always dreaming about it & can’t physically be in nyc. If your looking to expand your coffee palate or just looking for a great little gift check out http://www.dean&deluca.com, under “gifts” for this little gem. enjoy!dean-and-deluca

Monica is…ready for March movies.

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I can’t wait to see a new batch of movies, but really I wanna see the ones that will never get an oscar nod. My light hearted poop humor, teenager, period movies set in the 80’s! Can’t wait!

  1. Miss March              March 13
  2. I love you Man         March 20
  3. Adventureland         March 27

Monica is…in love with her new diary.

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I have been obsessing about this little journal ever since I saw it at Skylight Books in Los Feliz. Its really an ingeneous way to write about your life in 5 years, using a wise ass sentence. Each day is grouped with just a few sentences to re-tell the day. I guess its the “twitter” of journals. On a side note, for some reason feel meh about twitter. Its an empty facebook. The truth is the point of these websites is primarily to snoop through your friends/potential friends lives. Its an open medicine cabinet to how great or lame somebody is & quite frankly one updated sentence isn’t enough for my curious eye throughout the day. I need substantial alerts about somebody giving each other a damn “gift” or a stupid update on an event half of these people will not attend. I still have a myspace account, but its like the ugly, middle sister. Bells & whistles that take forever to load with fucking stupid profile songs that I often get embarrassed about when they begin playing. ugg. Maybe this journal was a soft cry to the olden days of writing on paper. —-sigh. Please buy this for yourself or give it as a gift. Its the easiest journal you’ll actually finish.

Monica is…waiting patiently to try Jollibee. again.

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I’m trying to fight this beasty cold/flu, so that I can get back to my food adventures. By no means am I a “foodie” since being a foodie requires an ample availability of funds. When I had a less crappy job, I felt there was no better way to spend some disposable income then on food. It’s delicious. It’s comforting. It makes me really happy. Nothing is better than a delicious juicy steak or a greasy bunch of sweet potato fries. In fact, if I had won a date with a choice of Brad Pitt or Anthony Bourdain…yep it would be Bourdain. We would go on our date, have witty talk about food and I’d chuckle at his trademark snarkiness, have sexual relations then he’d make me some french food worthy of another go around. Brad is good too, I guess if he didn’t have all of those kids…yeech. While watching the Oscars, I thought to myself meow, meow, then I remembered that he was ruined by Miss Angie. Viles of blood? Sex with Billy Bob? To this?

Every time I drive on Beverly near Vermont, I smile at the complete randomness of this ridiculous fast-food establishment. I’ve had a run in with this place, once before at the god-awful eagle rock plaza. Mostly filled with grocery stores, a payless, nail salons, & tons of screaming kids, me & the other half decided that after an exhausting romp at a nearby Target, we needed food. Pronto. Our choices were slim: a wingstop, questionable noodle place, or this strange, colorful curiousity. Jolliebee (upon later investigation) is the number 1 fast-food chain in the Philippines. Unlike our normal middle-aged, Ronald McDonald who enjoys bouncing around with kids & eating fries, their non-human counterpart is dressed like a hotel worker & a top hat. ehh?

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We looked up at the perplexing menu of weird food combinations. Chickenjoy? Spaghetti? Palabok?. We chose the less threatening, although I seriously debated the Palabok, which consisted of chicharon pork bits, egg & shrimp slices. (i’m mexican, chicharon is a weak spot) I can’t even remember if the food was great, or if the terrible tummy ache that ensued later was worth all the trouble, but I had to try & conquer this wacky spot. It was up there with Wienerschnitzel for worlds worst, fast food cleanse. They have a new tunapie out. What can I say? I like pain.