Reporting live from over her house

I have a thousand things I run my mouth about, but the only think I want to record for posturity is my rumblings over some girl who has my nose open...

She gave me pictures, and though I have a hundred of her already courtesy of my digital camera, I swear I was stare at this picture of her on her internship so much it will wear from the light reflecting from my eyes.

She wants to know what I'm doing... Do I tell her about the blog? Nah... I'll play it off. LMAO

Not Like Crazy

We hung together yesterday longer than I expected. I played "Not Like Crazy" by Jill Scott for her, and we talked. I think I'm giving her mother a bad impression though, and that's never a good thing. She called over to my phone looking for her baby girl, and her voice was aggitated. Or at least I think so. I played my Major League Baseball 2K5, but I should have read Malcolm X. And like a dummy, I leave the book at home when I can read it at work. It is starting to really grab my attention.

She drives to slow. I understand why she was, but I'm damn impatient. Maybe I need to work on that. She's darn lucky her lips taste and feel like strawberry version of that peach candy, and when I hold her, it feels like I am grasping the future...

She is a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.

Telling my business

My first post since my first post. I sound like Jim in American Pie 2. Crazy how the simplest things can motivate you to post your business to the world. But I met a girl I figured I had no chance with in the world, and she actually talked to me. It was crazy thinking the phone conversation was cool, but who'd have thought that conversation in person with be infinitely better. I guess I was just the beneficiary of of a wonderful woman and her company, because my weekend was excellent. It revolved around her, and it was the most natural feeling in the world. Hell, I even told my ex I met someone, and that is investing a great amount of trust in where this might go. Maybe I'm just crazy...

Que Jill Scott