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And while 5 women chose John Barrymore as the best sex option for all time, the list was dominated by the likes of Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Fred Durst (why?) and other nameless pop culture stud muffins. No imagation, I tell you.

More on my wonderful weekend of poverty and my adventures trying to get the train fare to go do stuff soon.

we're not ones for busting through walls

I care about Arik. I care about him when he is disheaveled and (radio) DJing for hours. I want to feed him, shelter him, take care of him. Thing is, he has a girlfriend. What behavior is okay for two friends, and what behavior goes over the line? What is Theresa okay with? Holding hands? Talking dirty? Kissing? Heavy petting? It seems we did certain behaviors without asking how she felt. But soon, I'll have to say, "Arik, you already have Theresa" when he gets too close for her, but close enough to like it.

I care about Sivan. Years ago, I would have told you I was deeply in love with him. Love? I feel comfortable around him, I am more loyal than I expected myself to be with him. I want to talk to him more, spend more time. If I get everything settled, debts paid off, graduate school complete, resume nicely filled in, I'll get a job near him and live together. Assuming something shitty doesn't happen to him.

Meanwhile, I had to cancel things because I didn't have enough money for the bus--voice lesson, hospital volunteering, class. It fucking sucks. I have a fiver, but it is a matter of waiting for the check to clear. I hate this poverty crap.