I met a boy!

Shan and I were too hungover to do the business meeting/gym visit routine today, so I went out driving to clear my foggy head. I ended up at CVS where I met a man, Mohammed. He was acutally very good-looking and pleasant. I gave him my phone number, and he’s called me at least three times (I didn’t hear the phone ring), and he left one voicemail. I haven’t checked it yet. He seemed sweet, but all I want is a hot white boy. Why are those so hard to find down here?!?!?!

P.S. Note that SM is now Shan, since that’s what I call her anyway. The initials “SM” were reminding me too much of Her Royal Pretentiousness (HRP), my former employer. Eeeek.

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