...punched me in the stomach. i felt myself torn between emotional swells of near teariness and outright nausea. not since i saw the stockbroker with that nasty gross person over a year ago or when the exsomeone initially broke up with me or that time the exsomeone told me about a dalliance on the way to church one sunday have i ever suffered from such a physical response that had emotion as its source...

...move in kenwood right near the only bar in town and we've resolved to meet up this week so that should be fun and emotional because i really really really miss the stock broker. even more than the exsomeone. who i saw on saturday during my break on saturday. but, i just miss the stock broker and we'll see. and i called the stockbroker mainly because i've ran into a bit of an affection drought and...

...and who i'm going to try to hook up with the closeted venezuelan. if only i had money to go out with them afterward. this weekend i have done nothing except stick to my diet (or try) and talk to my exsomeone by phone (who i'm almost sure has begun to date someone else because we talked about new years where the exsomeone let slip that there may be overseas plans in the work but when i asked "with...

...the only bar in town where the p.r. girl returend and i had a good time with her and my high school friend and it's almost as if nothing had changed except, maybe, my stature. oh yeah, and i saw the exsomeone last night before the concert which stood strange because i thought the exsomeone would venture out of town for some dalliance as stated earlier. the lines of communication our open with the...

...a drive across the state. so yeah. tough weekend and meanwhile, i don't know how i'm ever going to find anyone to equalize this feeling. on the one hand, there's the endless unrequitedness toward the exsomeone who in the few moments of absence has somehow created this odd off balance feeling in my life. there's the stockbroker -- who called me the other day for a booty call and who i SWEAR i saw driving...

...outback "no rules" pasta for a date at home with myself -- my luck turned on a dime and i met someone, as per usual within twenty minutes (at least that hasn't changed), then the doctor called, the exsomeone reemerged, and i honestly have the opportunity to go to a cocktail party at a client's home or happy hour with one of our tampa sales reps at the only bar in town and since i have so many choices...

...to see the stockbroker and never got a call back. not monday. not all week. and then, i guess i left this out in my recap of friday's dalliance that during the act, it revealed itself that the exsomeone had a dalliance with a twenty three year old who did not want reciprocation. only yesterday, during an entirely frustrating morning of the exsomeone hanging my extra sets of curtains and my ikea...

... nothing good, but i did i think make grounds for my management promotion then. this week really passed without incident and the only adventurous thing happening toward the end of the week when my exsomeone and i started making arrangements for a viewing of my new place. on thursday, it almost happened but in a true bros-before-hos moment in reverse (which, i've been corrected actually gets referred...

...my thoughts and put them down into words seeing as i've managed to do as much for the past five or so years: in this post, i've set my mind to not only tackling the lastest developments between the exsomeone, the stockbroker, the hot latin sales assistant, and i, but also the innundating financial morass brought on by my job, my apartment, and my fleeting good times, and finally, touch on the collective...

...within minutes, as it always happens, i begun talking to someone very nice and i have a coffee date on friday night with an elementary school teacher. yes, i realize this is an irony considering the exsomeone's an elementary school teacher as well, but i'm sorry, healthcare and education remain areas of opportunity for me. it's obvious that everyone else is in the shitter. the doctor told me that...