In a few weeks, I just might have a new job. WHOOOOO HOOO! It’s in the same industry I’m trying to get rid of, but this position would allow me to be a lot more creative than I get to be now. I really am looking at it as a temporary solution, but anything is better than where I am now, so I’ll take a step up, however small that step is. Plus I’d get to work with some cool peeps, including my old boss…and if all goes well, the one girl I like that I work with now. We didn’t talk money, but when I told him what I make, he said, “Well, that’s not unrealistic.” Oh did I say thousand? I mean million. Doh.

Best of all I can’t wait to tell my current boss to suck it. Might just be my best moment in the last 2 ½ years here. I’ve dreamt of telling her that many times…especially as she’s talking to me, or looking at me, or even existing on the same planet as me…but now I get to do it for reals this time. Love it.

Another thing I’m excited about is the location of the new position. It’s in a more populated area – where I could walk to get lunch and meet new people galore. Like men people? Like hot professional men people? Grr. Hey, do you mean my chances of actually having a social life could increase? Dude, sign me up!

Anyway, so there’s a potential bright spot on the horizon…keep hope alive!

I just really can’t pretend I’m turned on by a guy I’m not attracted to. And if the idea of kissing him makes me throw up in my mouth, no amount of money can make me do it.

So, new homeboy got denied last night. Tyra would say he takes a really good picture, but just doesn’t have that sparkle in person. Maybe it was the lisp. Maybe it was the creepy way he undressed me with his eyes. Or maybe it was the way he tried to talk about things he knew nothing about (sports.)

But yeah, he’s not the one for me. I do wish him the best in finding what he’s looking for. And I wish me the best too…but somehow I’m skeptical. Hate that.

I apologize for the long absence – I have no excuse. Forgive me? Yes? Cool.

When I was younger, I had a serious crush on Michael Jordan. I would watch the Bulls because he was hot. I love Nike because they’re brilliant for marketing Jordan the way they do. And I figured someday, he and Juanita would get divorced so he could hideout in my house as my love slave, making lots and lots of babies, living happily ever after.

Wait, he and Juanita are divorced? Dude, call me!! Love slave!! Babies! It’ll be fun!!

Anyway, as I was planning my fantasy Jordan life, it never occurred to me that he is 14 years older than I am. He was driving by the time I was out of diapers. He could’ve babysat me. Ooooh, there’s an idea – Jordan, want to babysit me now? Kinky. Sorry, been a while.

ANYWAY, so where am I going with this? Are you sitting down? I have a date tomorrow. WTF? What is this ancient term you speak of? No, it’s not with MJ. (Seriously though – CALL ME!)

This guy does happen to be 12 years older than me. Gasp! He doesn’t look like an old man though, which is good. And dare I say, he might even be decent looking! Although he is a white guy and I’m just not a very good judge of attractiveness in white guys. So, let’s just say he’s symmetrical, which I hear is a sure sign of attractiveness. Being 6’1” with deep blue eyes and dark brown hair doesn’t hurt him either.

And even better than that, I think he gets me. He understands where I’m at and where I’m headed. So tomorrow we’re going for a fun-filled evening of meditation and coffee. Huh? Yeah, I know – long story. Oh well – it’s a date – about freakin’ time!!