Cupcakes 1. Heartbreak 1. LA 0.

So this is my question... Here I am... 25-years old, 5'5", 1__ lbs (right, like I would disclose that,) fab hair (no modesty necessary here, it IS pretty,) and I will say, I'm not so bad myself. Of course, I think the 6 months of cupcakes I ate while trying to figure out what the hell I was doing in LA (more on that later,) will never leave my body, but hey, at least some of it decided to settle somewhere right below my neck; as in for the first time in my life, I have real cleavage. Amazing what that does for a girl... Another day, another story.

The point is, for the past 10 months or so, I have dated, yes, I have kissed boys, yes (and then some,) but for anyone that knows me (and trust me, if you read this enough, you will) I am not a dater. I hate the whole idea of dating. I plan to elaborate on the notion of dating very soon... But it's just another reason why I should have stayed in school and gotten a PHD in SOMETHING.

For instance... in school, you meet the person sitting next to you, and you automatically have similar interests. You see each other everyday, and if you're in school, chances are you are not quite responsible for you own life yet. Of course, that is a gross generalization, but most of the kids I met in grad school- this was exactly the case. So, you see each other everyday, you're studying the same thing, you go out. Easy, over, done.

Now, once graduated, you say 'look out world, here I come!! (double exclamation mark)' Except, it's not quite so fantastic. For the first time you have no idea what you are going to do, and you realize that your Master's Degree that you just spent 2 years earning, and tens-of-thousands of dollars paying for, is well, not helping.

At the same time you are screaming to the world 'what the hell do i do now?', the boy you thought was going to love you forever... well, maybe you knew he was troubled, but you knew he did love you, and you thought he would always... decides that actually isn't what he had planned and things go very, very wrong, and you find yourself endlessly crying not out of self-pity, but utter total disbelief, denial and very real sadness... (while at the same time trying to somehow remember from that deep dark place that everything happens for a reason and this too shall pass) BUT in the meantime,-- what do you turn to... that's right, cupcakes.

But not any kind of cupcakes. The small bite size vanilla on vanilla cupcakes with fake colored sprinkles that sit perched so high on the outer-most table near the baked goods at Ralphs and cost $3.99. The Ralphs on the corner of La Brea and 3rd specifically... that is until I discovered that there are literally 4 Ralphs within a 5-mile radius of my house. They are as follows:

La Brea & 3rd (as mentioned)
La Brea & Fountain (for when I'm feeling the need to go north)
Doheny & Beverly Blvd (when cupcakes used to be necessary to get thru a workday)
Sunset & Orange (ish-- might be a bit west of Orange)

All cupcake meccas. And I know what you're thinking... don't judge the Ralphs cupcakes until you've tried them. Actually don't try them, they are ADDICTIVE...