i've been working on finding balance in all areas of my life. work. health. time. space.

and so i promised myself that on this, my one day off, i'd enjoy it.

and new york acquiesced. as i exited my building, i swung the door open to find four (five?) strapping, young fireman standing in the narrow entry. my knees buckled, i swooned, and right then and there i decided i've never loved new-york-city-living so much as i did in that very moment.

then i met my dear friend alex who i love for oh-so-many-reasons (and who i loved most especially today because he used the word lascivious during our conversation). we talked of the aforementioned balance, a nagging lack of courage, romantic prospects and then to finish it off we stood over the food case and debated sweet v. savory. to which i replied: how can one choose? because i can't imagine why one would want to. i'll take both. at the same time, please.

so, but now i wanna know... sweet or savory? what do you think? do tell...