  So I broke it off with my minion-of-the-Anti-Christ boyfriend. I actually thought that I'd be wallowing navel deep in emotional diarrhea at this point, but I think what I feel is more along the lines of relief, freedom and social prowess. I have Tyronne Biggums (my beautiful roomie) and Don Fiedler to thank for pre-gametime pep talks, locker room ass-smacking and the like. I wouldn't have had the guts to end the relationship without their capacity for rational thought and logical reasoning. Although urlLink Xanax and urlLink Captain and Cokes (made with love by Tyronne) definitely helped ease the raw physical and emotional pain. urlLink And just for a giggle... 
