It's pretty remarkable to me that I've been in Cincinnati all ofthree months. For one, I feel as if I've been here quite a bit longer. Couple how much I love it here with the fact that I've seamlessly become a part of the "scene", making friends more easily now than I ever have before, makes it seem as though my short tenure has been that of at least a year, maybe more. The fact of the matter is that for the first time in my life, I feel at home. I feel as if I'm in the right place to be doing what I'm doing and things here in Cincy, well, they're gonna get real big real fact.Another reason that I feel that it's remarkable that I've only been here three months is because not only do people already know who I am, but I'm already getting all sorts of recognition.
This morning, I logged on to The Best of Cincinnati Awards to cast my vote for a few pals, including Dance MF, Ken Wright, and Supermandy (Not that I'm hinting you should vote for them too or anything...) and to my surprise, under "Best Journalist" was... Me.
At first I was puzzled - When you're nominated for something, shouldn't you be alerted that you're up for it? - and then I was just elated, calling my parents and texting my friends and, of course, plastering the news all over Facebook.
My home away from home, TRACER, is up for Best Blog, Best Website, and Best Twitterfeed but most importantly, I'm up for that Best Journalist business, which validates me so much that I really do believe the phrase "It's an honor just to be nominated". However, if I win, I'll be throwing quite the crazy bash. If that's not motivation for you to cast your vote, perhaps this'll assist:
I'm offering kisses in exchange for votes. So what are you waiting for?! Cast your vote, tell me you did as much, as you just might get some tongue action! (If, you know, you're single and good lookin'. I'm no home wrecker and I might wanna win this, but a girl's still gotta have standards. It's just a fact.)
