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


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&, under “gifts” for this little gem. enjoy!dean-and-deluca

Monica is…in love with her new diary.


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.