tired

28/365: I feel emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually drained right now...and while I should feel grateful for all that's happening right now, I just...I don't feel anything.

My best guess as to why? I think my period is coming. It's never been like this before though.

Also..my eyelashes look like spider legs...or worse...centipede legs. *gag* I need sleep.

inspiration

27/365: My grandfather has always been my biggest inspiration for everything I do, but especially as a journalist. Yesterday, I got the confirmation that everything went through fine for all my testing and I can officially say that I am a reporter. I am too happy and I know that my family is incredibly excited for what all is to come from this.

Anyway, yesterday (1/16/11) I took this picture of my grandfather receiving the Drum Major for Justice award from Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc. for his work towards empowering young black men. The award, inspired by the words of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. is a big accomplishment, but for my grandfather it meant more to talk about my grandmother and myself while accepting his award. Needless to say, he is very proud of what I'm doing and I hope to continually make him proud.

This is my last week living up north...it feels odd saying that, because I could eventually be back here, but this is definitely my last extended bit of time up here for a few years. I leave Saturday first for North Carolina and then on Sunday morning I drive down to Florida, check into the hotel, wait for my grandmother so that we can start the search for an apartment.

This is real life.
This is really happening...right now.

get free

26/365: The two men on this stage are phenomenal...The Musician and The Poet. Last night (which was today according to my camera--woot, because I definitely haven't taken too many pictures today after getting home from my night out) was so much fun. I got to see Tim, one of my dearest guy friends as of late, and treated him to a great dinner at Ms. Tootsie's as a parting gift of sorts. He was more than pleased with getting a free meal and having car service since I was his acting chauffeur, lol.

I was supposed to have Jasmine as my +1 for the performance that I was going to which featured Jaguar Wright, but she dropped last minute. I invited Tim to take her spot, but since The Musician is the one who managed to finagle the arrangement, Tim decided that it was probably not in his best interest to show up as my date, so I arrived solo.

Once I arrived, I shuffled my way to the front and stood diagonal to where The Musician was playing...it took him about ten minutes to realize that I was in the crowd, but once he saw me he smiled and waved at me, to wich all the other girls that were sitting near where I stood turned to look at me. A little later in the night, I turned and saw The Poet standing to my side. We met over the summer when I went to an open mic event (which was incredibly dope) and he and I had since followed each other on Twitter and became friends on Facebook, though our interaction was minimal at best. I gave him a big hug, told him about my new job and we chatted a bit before he made a casual comment about The Musician and how it was...I suppose kinda obvious that there was something between us. He asked if we were dating and I said, "no, no...we're just friends," which is the truth, but he chuckled while pointing out that my cheeks were slightly flushed to which I replied that the makeup that I was wearing clearly had him mistaken.

It was a great night. The Poet performed a love poem that was just...amazing, The Musician rocked out with his bass and kept his attention on me, casually making goofy faces and responding to my expressions whenever the host would make some sort of offhand comment about sex or drinking. Afterwards, I spoke with The Poet where he admitted that he didn't realize my age (he's 32) and said that he wished me the best of luck with my career before noting it was definitely the right look for me since I had such a beautiful face and such gorgeous skin *blushblushblush* lol.

Afterwards, The Musician and I went out to a bar where all the craziness of the night truly played out...it was hilarious, definitely one of the top times out for me, probably because I was with him. He said he would come visit me in PCB. We'll see what happens with that.

mass confusion

I. Move. This. Week. As in, I need to have all my stuff packed to drive from NJ to NC and then to FL before Saturday when I dip out in the morning. On a sidenote: I still don't know if I technically have this job because I still haven't heard back about the drug test and about my letter of agreement. Oh. Great. I believe that I'm good to go. I'm only...slightly freaking out because I don't really know how these things work and it's not like I go to a happier place on a regular basis (omg that sounds terrible to me as I type it out...you can tell I don't do this often!) and if I were to not get this job...because of this...I'd be mad as all hell...but you win some, you lose some...this would be a major loss though. Make no mistake. 

24/365: This is The Producer. We had our last date...up here at least yesterday. We spent all night at Barnes and Nobles--y'all might think it's corny, however, I had a great time. We had a long talk...and I had spinach and artichoke quiche--I'm sorry, I love food...it's amazing. 

I decided to come clean yesterday about how I felt emotionally, ie. the lack of *ahem* sexual chemistry between the two of us...and wouldn't you know that by the end of the night I wanted to jump his bones. 

Yeah. Didn't make sense to me either.

BUT, regardless, I didn't. We had a long talk about my past and we just spent a lot of time learning about each other. Or rather, he learned a lot about me in a very short time. So much so that he said that he's going to base a movie character off me and when I asked who he'd have play me he said Zoe Kravitz...I consider that a definite compliment.

Funny moment: After telling him about my kinda sorta jacked up past, he said, "Don't take this the wrong way...I don't mean to come off as callous...but I really wish I had recorded that on camera because I'm going to base a movie on a character about you." I felt like that was the ultimate compliment, lol.

25/365: Okay...finally back on track. So yesterday I went shopping with my grandmother for clothes and today I went shopping for make up. LET ME TELL YOU--had I known before what I know now...my professional wardrobe would be massive. 

Can I just brag for a second? (Who gon' stop me huh?) I got 1 dress by Tahiri, 3 by Calvin Klein, a suit from Calvin Klein and another one from Nine West AND a top from Nine West. How much should it have been? $1,044. 

How much did we spend? $278.

TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY EIGHT. This. Is. Major. And everything is freaking beautiful. EVERYTHING.

catch up

So what's really good? Well...everything...for now at least, I'll know just how good everything is in the next couple days...but I'll save that for an all text post. Onto the pictures for today and yesterday since I failed to do any writing.

22/365: Yes...that is what you think it is (ie. urine) because with every great opportunity there are random things you have to do and when you're starting to work in a small area, the likelihood of you having to do pre-employment drug screening is kinda...likely. 

My older sister balked at the whole idea, "if the people up here had to do drug testing...man we wouldn't have any anchors or reporters." Well..at least I know what's happening up in NYC.

So that's what my life is right now, waiting for the results from this and waiting for my driving record to be scanned to see if I qualify for the job that I was offered. To my knowledge I should be fine...but if I were to not get this job? I'd....I don't know what I would do.

And can I say that my urine looks healthy...to me...like as far as umm...color? Nevermind. I don't know why I'm even discussing this...lol.

23/365: This was the rose from my Christmas gift from The Producer...I decided I wanted to dry it out so I could keep it long past when things ended with him. 

I know, I know, I'm a terrible person.

But realistically, things weren't going to work out no matter how much of an amazing guy he was...and why is that? Because sexual attraction matters...and I have none with him. No matter how much I may want to think about what a great guy he is and how he's got so much going for him, I know me...and I know that I don't really like him...I like how he makes me feel. 

And that's just not enough.

fists of fury

21/365: Today has been ridiculously hectic, but thankfully it slowed down significantly around 3:30 when The Producer asked me if I'd be available to pick him up from the airport since he was coming in from North Carolina and I had already stated that we needed to get together to celebrate my new job. His flight was scheduled to come in at 5 pm and I was more than pleased to be there to welcome him without any plans on how we would spend the rest of our time together.

As luck would have it, he's handy with his cellphone and after putting in some random information we were off to get some yummy pho and enjoy one another's company. After a couple hours together, we (meaning I) decided we should get dessert and we went to Max Brenner and that is how this picture came to be. I'm not even completely sure what it was called (because we got the sharing fondue platter which was way too much, but do I care? No. Not one bit.) but it was the best part of the entire dessert.

So. Freaking. Good.

Strawberries, ice cream, a waffle, blue berries, powdered sugar? Ugh. Heavenly.

It was just a great night out...we stayed until around 9 because I have work in the am and Lord knows I need whatever sleep I can get, especially since tomorrow might end up being a late night too with the company party--did someone say open bar?

Oh. I'm in there.

In more serious news about the whole man situation, I'm kinda at a loss for what's about to happen. In 3 weeks, I'll be in another state and well...that's just how life goes sometimes. The Producer and I might go away this weekend...we'll see what if things work out, but if they do it's sure to be a great time.

I won't address the fact that I got all emotional because of a song and almost cried in the car though. Nope. We won't go into details about that...until tomorrow. Or something, lol.

change is a'coming

20/365: Life comes at you fast.

And now I'm preparing to pack up everything that I own to move from my home with my grandparents in NJ to get an apartment in a city in Florida because I just landed my first reporting gig. Yes. Me. On TV. Being...*eyebrow raise*...serious.

I know. It's hard to imagine...but go with me on this.

Anyway, I'm turning in my two weeks notice on Wednesday and then it's all up from there.

To celebrate my new job, my grandparents and I went to the Sixers game against the Indiana Pacers. It was so much fun, we ate at the Capital Grille, I had filet mignon and garlic roasted mashed potatoes (so yummy) and then we watched them kick some tail.

The apprehension about what this job means for me didn't come until about 15 mins ago when I stopped to think about the fact that I'm packing up everything and leaving in less than a month. In less than a month...everything...everything changes.

plump

19/365: Today was a good day. Church was good, the lesson was on point and my hair looks fantastic…and I had fried chicken.

More important than fried chicken but less important than church was the conversation I had with my old UF friends Val and Vince. We chatted about our love lives and our work situations, how I'm part time in Philly, Vince is interning in NY, but might be getting something out in Orlando, and Val is packing up and going out to LA on a whim.

It's crazy what our lives are becoming…we're adults and we're learning about what we want, going for our dreams and loving it.

cluttered

18/365: Today's picture doesn't have a story. I've spent the majority of the day split between listening to music I'd never heard of before and reading...both of those endeavors were successful as I'm now halfway through The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society after hardly scarcely touching it since picking it up and finding so many amazing songs that I love.

I've been working at doing things that I enjoy, and one of those things just happens to be doing nothing. I did my hair and sat around the house in my robe and just smiled all day as I read and listened to music--to some it might be a waste of a day but for me, it was just calming. I spoke to one of my best friends on the phone and we discussed work, love, and some other more random things--like modern day interpretations of biblical stories, trust me, it got kinda ridiculous.

Anyway, about the picture...since my parents and sister left to go back to North Carolina, I haven't moved out of the middle room. Some background: as soon as I moved into my grandparent's place, I took up residence in my mother's old room. It's the first room you can go into once you come up the stairs and has a decent amount of space, it's very grown up. The middle room is my old room. It's always been a bit cluttered. There's old dolls on the dresser, stuffed animals, and then there's the fact that once we moved out, my grandmother moved all of her stuff in, so there's boxes and the closet and drawers are full. The middle room is also really small, so the clutter just jams everything right up against well...everything.

Normally, once my parents visit, I'm relegated to the middle room which is shared with my younger sister (I swear, there is no room to walk when the both of us are in this room...it's just too much stuff everywhere) and then once they leave, I move back into the other room. For whatever reason, I didn't do that yet and they've been gone a week now. It's...weird.

Anyway, while looking around this ultra dirty, ultra unorganized room I laid my eyes on a box. I've seen it several times, but I never really paid much attention to it. In fact, I couldn't tell you what pictures are on the other side of it. I know the one facing the bed (the focus of the picture) is a picture of my mother and the one next to it is my great-grandmother I think, but for some reason I never want to touch anything in the room. I never touch the dolls, if I do, it's almost like I'm scared--terrified that I'll ruin something. The only things I touch in the room are the things that I brought into it.

The more I think about that, the more awkward it is to me. So yeah...that's today's picture. I'm just going to sit and muse about how scared I am to break anything I touch.

"where cynicism meets pragmatism."

17/365: There were so many pictures I could use for today's 365er...but in the end this one won out because of the circumstances. 

Today has been amazing, I don't know if it's because it's Friday or if it's because I had a burrito for breakfast with cran-grape juice rather than my mint hot chocolate and sugar raised donut, but overall it was just an amazingly great day full of insightful conversations with The Producer...that's what I'll call him...I mean, that's what he is, lol.

Anyway, after a great day at work where I got to meet some of the cheering squad from the Sixers (by the way, whoohoo for our victory today, I'm a Philadelphia girl through and through when it comes down to the sports) and take some great pictures of the sun rising over Center City, he and I made plans to grab a lunch and met at this quaint little place called Euphoria where we got these pressed sandwiches and some tea (Arizona iced for me and normal, hot tea for him, lol) before settling down in on the couches and having what would turn into a 6 hour conversation where we discussed everything from his movies and my career ambitions to my doubts about love and our interesting family backgrounds to the most important part of the conversation: what a producer actually does in a movie.

It would suffice to say that we had a great time and the conversation was a great way to really see deeper into what he is about and of course that presents opportunities for us to bump heads--which we did...and since we're still in the cutesy frame of our...thing (?) we just bounced off and made it into jokes and sarcasm which has made our time together been quite entertaining. All that being said, I'm happy with what's going on with that situation, we don't see eye-to-eye on everything, but we see enough to have a good time together.

avoiding the obvious

16/365: These are some cute puppies.

So. Freaking. Cute.
And I know that normally I have some story about stuff that goes with my pictures, but today, it's really about the puppies...why? BECAUSE THEY ARE SUPER CUTE...and I want a puppy.

• ...and I'd like to forget the fact that my car didn't want to brake on some ice and that I slid up a curb.
• ...and I'd like to forget the fact that I found out this cute guy at my job is 34...which is kinda creepy because of the flirty...like...blegh. He's 12 years older than me...closer to my mom's age than mine and I'm not ready to think about......BLEGH.
• ...and I'd like to forget that I'm still just a production assistant.
• ...and I'd like to forget that...nope...everything else is okay.

So...look at those puppies.

:)

m.h.c.

15/365: I have turned into something like a creature of habit when I'm at work. Before the winter catalog opened at Dunkin Donuts, I would always get a sugar raised donut and an orange juice, but now that it's nippy enough for warm drinks to be necessary, I've been getting mint hot chocolate--HEAVENLY.

Anyway, aside from that, today was completely out of the ordinary for me. It was the first time I was working my new schedule from 4am to 12pm, a whole 15 minutes later than what I normally work but actually made a huge difference because it allots 15 extra minutes for sleep which is pretty much life changing.

Keeping in line with doing things differently, I did something completely out of the ordinary and called people today. I know, it's a simple thing, but it's not something I do very often and it felt so...weird, but in a great way. I had a funny conversation with an old girlfriend of mine and then later had a more necessary talk with an old guy friend who gave me some verses to look at and offered some encouragement after I had a quarter-life crisis which I'll probably address tomorrow because I feel like everyone can relate to the 20-something quarter-life crisis where we're forced to think about our middleness while our friends sometimes are getting way further ahead of us (you know, engagements, marriages, babies, that whole deal and let's not even talk about the whole...finding the job you actually want thing...but like I said, that's for tomorrow...not today.)

Back to this post though...I love my mint hot chocolates. They taste like happiness and I can't wait to have another one tomorrow morning while I muse over whatever is happening in the news at 5 am.

alone time

14/365: As awesome as people can be sometimes and as great as I like to think I am at handling situations that call for being around a lot of people, I actually really like being alone. Maybe it's because I've gotten so comfortable with being online rather than having real awkward encounters that can't be dismissed by clicking a little circular button with an x in the center. Ah, well...the joys of a virtual existence...shattered by the harsh reality of human contact.

I digress, today I took myself to the movies after a near 24 hour search for my car keys that somehow ended up inside a purse that I hadn't used in 3 days. I was confused as to how they ended up there too. The real question though: How does George Clooney manage to stay so sexy? Does the man never age? Actually, it's not even that he doesn't age, it's just that he wears his age so daggone well. 

Seriously. Who can say no to this man? Certainly not mere ol' mortal me. Not with my weak spot for a man who looks good in a suit and even better with a beard. He just is eternally attractive, and not just that, but he's so brutally honest about the fact that he's never gonna get married again--and I respect that. So it's a DOUBLE WHAMMY--I respect him AND I find him undeniably attractive. And let's not even address his humanitarian work. Lawdhamercy. 

After all that swooning, I'm sure you know what movie I saw: The Descendants. The dramedy was actually really good and did a great job of showing the grief of losing a loved one, the whole other life concept was good too. It's not something that I'm raving about and saying everyone must see, but it was definitely an enjoyable flick.

Anyway, going to the movies today proved to be a bit different than what I'm used to because the theatre I normally go to wasn't showing the movie, so I had the pleasure of visiting a different one...and let me say, it was worth the extra 8 minutes it took to get there. With matinee prices at $7.50, seats that go back, a lovely relaxed vibe, and a grown-up lounge area (as opposed to the video games that so often populate movie theatres to appease the children that crowd the area) I felt at home. Definitely somewhere I'll be going more often, especially considering the likelihood that I'll be able to see some of the more "artsy" "indie" flicks here. 

Hooray. 

So exclusive.

reading is fundamental

13/365: If there is one thing that I wish I did more in the past few years, it's read. Though a few books have really caught my attention, when I compare how much I read in high school to how much I read now, there truly is no comparison. This became most apparent when someone asked me what my favorite books were or my favorite genres to read and it hit me that I hadn't read a book that I really liked recently.

So, what I plan to do is read more.

Plain and simple. Easy solution to a common problem. First up is a book that I grabbed from our household library based on the title alone: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. The book, according to Guardian is pretty darn spiffy, in their words:

"[The] characters step from the past radiant with eccentricity and kindly humour. [The] writing, with it's delicately offbeat, self-deprecating stylishness, is exquisitely turned."

Who can say no to that right? I mean, come on, tell me that reading that with an English accent doesn't totally make you want to read it. So far it's been pretty pleasant, a simple read consisting of letters addressed between various people. Hopefully it maintains because I'd hate for my first read to be so discouraging.

"sick of this"

12/365: It's a new day, it's a new month, it's a new YEAR! Whooo, I didn't really fully express my joy in my other post, so let me tell you that yesterday and today was one big *insert maniacal scream of happiness* for me. After last night's watch-night service at Kingdom Church, I'm really set to have the best year I could possibly have, something about being there really filled me up.

This morning, my sisters and I attended the service again for part two of the series, "I'm Sick of This" which is the idea of being sick of your current situation but knowing that in order to get better, you have to see the doctor. I'm not gonna sit here and preach to you, but know that it was a powerful message, definitely what I needed to kick off my year in the right mindset.

Another great way to kick off the year? Great music. If you're into gospel music you've heard of Tye Tribbett and if you haven't well--get into it. Amazing, awesome, anointed performer and so much fun to watch. He was a guest at the services today and he sang a couple of my favorite songs, so there was plenty of fun to be had.

All in all, great service, great music, and a great way to step into 2012--with a renewed mind and a desire to do better.

late gifts

I debated long and hard whether or not I really wanted this picture to represent today…I mean, it is the last day of the year, generally the picture one would assume is being taken has more to do with the celebration the person is having or the end of their year or whatever else, but I really wanted to take this picture because it has some meaning and who knows, maybe it'll end up being a perfect way to end the year because it stands for a possible new beginning? Who knows, let me not read too far into it. Anyway...onto the picture:

11/365: I refuse to ever say that good men who listen, have manners, and possess a good sense of humor don't exist. They do. In real, every day life. I received a Christmas gift from my date last night that proved his genuine interest in me (though that wasn't something I was questioning) and showed that he truly, honestly listens...and truth be told, I made it easy...but that's neither here nor there. 

This is my first Christmas gift from a man who is interested in me--or at least the first one that has had enough impact that I know I'll want to remember it. Francine Rivers is one of my favorite authors, her books are based on Biblical history and made into Christian literature and they are hard hitting, my favorite being Redeeming Love--super amazing. Anyway, this book has five novellas that each tell a story about a woman that God chose, in this case the subjects are Tamar, Rahab, Ruth, Bathsheba, and Mary...of the five, I'm most looking forward to Rahab and Bathsheba. 

I'm really looking forward to reading this and I'm also looking forward to what happens with this man. As far as what I'm doing for New Year's Eve, well this also kinda ties into my plan since the only thing I have planned for sure is going to church with my sister though I'm sure we'll have other things that we'll be doing afterwards. All that being said, I hope you have a great time celebrating the new year! I might be posting some more stuff today, we'll see what the day has in store by way of having time for anything else. 

square one

10/365: This morning, Lauren Sivan tweeted something along the lines of how questioning her career choices as she woke up 10 mins before her alarm went off at 1:15 am…hmmm…this sounds a lot like something I wrote the other day. Anyway, I hit her with a tweet and she actually ended up favoriting (that's totally not a verb, I know--but it fits) it…the gist of it was simply me agreeing and saying that we're gluttons for punishment for working in morning news.

Anyway, that has little do with this picture and yet has everything to do with this picture. Over the course of the past 36 hours, I've applied to 12 different reporting jobs across the country. We're talking Colorado, California, Montana, Indiana, South Carolina, Ohio, New York--if you're in television market 101 and higher (well, technically lower…), I'm looking in your direction for a position.

Today's picture is just a snapshot of what my life will be consisting of for the next few months. It's kinda crazy when I really think about it, the fact that I'm back at square one for the job search, but it is what it is. When you want something you go for it…plus, I'm not as broke as I was before cha-ching, today is pay day and also my last work day of the year…I'm looking forward to the day when I'm not broke period (honestly, I work in TV, so that day will never really come) but until it does, I'm doing my best with what I got.

P.S. I picked out my anthem for 2012…it's a song from this year, a ballad, that is my inspiration and my go to pick me up make me want to change the world song. I'm so happy for everything that's going to be happening in my life. It's going to be amazing. :)

guilty pleasures

9/365: In a past life, I like to believe that I was a food photographer…it's like I see food, I want my camera, it just happens. I have so many pictures from lunch with my mom today that it's kinda ridiculous.

Anyway…today my mother and I went to Seasons 52 for a lunch date. Let me just say, that the relationship I have with my mother is near and dear to my heart. We haven't always seen eye to eye, but at this point in life, we've determined it's a lot easier to just accept the things we have in common rather than harp on the things we disagree upon, for example, rather than argue about my choice of men, we discuss our shared guilty pleasure of Rihanna's Talk that Talk.

This was my mother's first time at this particular spot which happens to be one of my favorite places to eat in the area, so I made sure to ensure she had a good time. After a drink, we had a long talk about jobs, boys, family stuff, and plenty more but what really stuck out to me in our conversation was an idea my mom had about why things hadn't been working out with me landing a job.

My family is pretty spiritual, we have a deep faith in who God is, what He can do, and what He will do--plain and simple. We aren't perfect, we don't claim to be, but that's what we believe in, and my mother threw something at me that made sense. Generally speaking, you hear the phrase, God won't put more on me than I can bear, and my mom said, what if I'm blocking my blessing by not making the preparations I need to in order to survive. Let's be clear, regardless of whether you rock with the Big Man upstairs or not, my mom had a point. If I were to get a job anywhere right now, I'd be in a piss poor position.

I have no money saved, very little in my checking right now, and if I were to get a job tomorrow, there would be no money to put down on a deposit, no money to move all my stuff, nor would there be a way for me to eat. When you say that that situation would be too much for little ol' me to bear--you wouldn't be too far from the truth.

In lieu of this whole conversation, we came to the conclusion that in the grand scheme of things, if I wanted something to happen for my life, I really needed to push for it, fight for it, but even more important, I needed to prepare for it.

P.S. If everything goes well this weekend, I might have an aweeeesome story for y'all next week about my participation in something really big! I'm actually more than a little bit excited. :)

window watching

8/365: I've always enjoyed watching sunrises and with my early morning schedule, watching them is almost always a part of my week. Every morning that I'm at work, this is my view. Today it came as a reminder that things always get better.

Yesterday it was stormy and pretty disgusting out, grey skies, cold wind, the works…today, even though it was still windy, the skies ended up being the most beautiful shade of blue with fluffy white clouds, just an all around lovely day. I've been pretty upset about things with me trying to secure this position and after having the door slammed in my face--albeit for good reason, there's no such thing as being "too experienced" in journalism--I got a text today that made me remember that it's certainly not the end of the world…and who knows, it could be information that gets me to my next spot.

I'm constantly reminding myself that when it comes to this job, competition will always be fierce. There just aren't enough reporting jobs out there and for every new reporter trying to get a start in the southeast, there's a more experienced reporter who's just trying to get out of the cold weather up north--just taking our jobs, no shame I tell ya.

breakfast love

7/365: I'm sure I'll eventually start posting pictures that aren't just for the 365er, but for now, I'm just happy to have made it through a week! Mini victories people, many victories come from seeing mini victories.

So, story behind this picture…this morning Mr. B and I met up for a breakfast date (because he owed me a meal) and we went to a local diner. It was a nice way to start the day, I ordered a breakfast combo not realizing just how much food I'd be getting--needless to say, it was far too much and I brought the best part home (untouched) for my younger sister to enjoy: cinnamon raisin french toast. Mr. B and I talked about his trip back to Atlanta, the sad state of music today, our grandparents (since we're childhood friends) among other things…he actually is probably back in Atlanta now.

At the end of the date he took a picture of us on his cellphone and gave me a kiss on the cheek, it was nice. He's a handsome fellow with long, lovely eyelashes and a smile that makes me melt just a little bit--but it's not okay to lust after him, he's a taken man…so I won't.

Remember, I'm not the homewrecking type.