Y'all still bumping this shit up? I ain't know y'all cared.
Update on my situation:
I've since been over the shit, I actually

'd at her ass for telling me she would call the cops on me if I dropped off more of her shit at her house without announcing myself (lol wtf), and I'm starting to date again... Slowly. I've been trying to get at this one cute ass Rican chick, and a couple of Sistas from my job have been trying to get at
me... But I'm keeping my mind mainly focused on getting my money right now, seeing as I've been out of the "dating game" for a while now... Might as well keep to what I know best and get that money.
I threw a party two weeks before Thanksgiving, met new people, got to know more about others... All in all, life isn't as bad as it seemed within the first week of my predicament.
Lost 30 MORE pounds, which is something that I wanted to do before the year went out. I'm trying to slowly ween myself off of cigarettes, and working is doing that for me. Its just those damn off days is where I fuck up.

I'm telling Santa I want the muhfuckin' PATCH for x-mas!
I was able to find work, been working since the last week of October. I'll drop by the Board once in a while, scroll thru the 1st page, click a few threads, leave a few one-worded comments then bounce.
Been chatting online & through text with the Rican chick I mentioned earler... Things might blossom between us... Don't know for sure, and at this point, it could go either way. Doesn't matter to me if we stay cool friends or grow into something more.
The ex
has been trying to contact a brother, though... From leaving messages on my MySpace blogs, to calling me, leaving messages like "Hey... That's all I wanted to say... Just calling to see how you're doing... Talk to you later.."--END OF MESSAGE. I shit you not, the shit pisses me off sometimes. I'm thinking, "Why the fuck are you worried about me NOW? You didn't want anything to do with me when I was yours, NOW you want to know how I'm doing?! WTF kind of ass-backwards poppycock bullshit are you on??"
But before I even get to the point of responding to her, I chill, listen to some music, smoke a cig and laugh at it. I'm over it. I'm over her. I've shed my tears, wrote how I feel,
said how I felt, and now, I'm in the transition of moving on with my life. She fucked up, not me. Now, I guess the whole salty, soggy, old gray-haired balls in her mouth isn't what she thought it was cracked up to be, so I'm straight.
In closing, Thanks to all the advice givers,
and the people who clowned me. The clowners because, by y'all clowning me, you let me know that you've lived a hollow life where you've never invested emotional feelings into something then had it taken away. You all are fucking awesome. Infallible, even. Bravo, bitches. Bra-fucking-vo.
Peace