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It is my supreme goal to get over this thing with New Boo. At this point, it is my only goal in life. I'm so tired of crying that I don't know what to do.

I don't want to date anyone else, and every time I do, it feels like cheating. Is that crazy?

I had a perfectly good date yesterday. I met up with a guy for brunch. We had bottomless mimosas, and he thought I was the cutest thing ever. Even though he said he was 45, he looked way older than that to me. People tell me I look young for my age, but this guy reminded me of the guy I dated in California. The old man. It didn't help that he's from Mississippi and I do NOT like to hear southern men talk.

That's beside the point. I spent the rest of the day thinking about New Boo. And I hate that.

Oh...and it probably didn't help that Thickums put the final nail in his coffin yesterday. We were supposed to get together last night to celebrate his new job. Instead, he tells me that he wants to go to a day party today. That would've been okay except one thing -- I work today. And he knows that. So that let me know that he wasn't really interested in celebrating with me. And that's okay because, let's face it, I'm not trying to spend any extra time with him. Extra time means that he'll want to sleep with me -- and that ain't NEVER happening again.

So here I am...back at a teary square one.

And after hitting rock bottom, I need to get out of here. For real.

Thankfully, that's going to happen. I have an opportunity to spend two months in Los Angeles, and I'm going to take it. The best part is that nothing will change with my employment status because I can work from out there. It's a win-win because I can do my job and get my storage straightened out. AND I can get away from New York to get my head straight.

There's ALWAYS a silver lining in everything.

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