I hate working on holidays. Everything was a giant clusterfuck. I was so stressed out by the end of my shift from customers and supervisors. On top of that creepy stalker guy pushed to get me to hang out with him after work despite me saying that I wasn't interested. I ended up running into the market on the way home to buy binge foods and then ate myself sick. Now I feel like death and I have to work early tomorrow. Ugh.

Since facebook wasn't being helpful in my information gathering efforts, I tapped into the handy gossip mill of my coworkers for info on New Boy. Rumor has it he's married (with kids). But considering how reliable their info usually is, I won't believe it till I get a better source. But if he is, dammit why does that keep happening to me? I'm not in the business of home wrecking, even though it's a common trait among my relatives. And even if he's got some real good hookups for concert tickets like the last guy, I know better than to put myself in that situation again. Because you can't trust a cheater to not cheat on you.