Onward Hoe!

Apparently I haven't completely lost my appeal. It's just that it's switched to American guys. A couple of wretched posts ago, I shared with you about how I'm apparently morbidly obese with visible facial hair, according to a couple of Latino gentlemen. I don't know what happened. Latino men used to worship me. They'd stare me down from the car in the next lane at every stoplight, and I'd turn and make eye-contact with them just in time to see them mouthing "baby." Sigh. Those were simpler times. At least having lost that market, a shady trainer at the gym still thinks I'm sexy. How do I know, you ask? He asked me how he could help get me sweatier. Yeah, 'cause THAT's appropriate. I told him I guessed I'd just have to run a little faster on the treadmill.

In related news, I'm slightly nauseated, and my legs aren't working properly.