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So wat had happened was....

I'm at Full Sail studying Digital Arts and Design! I will be the lucky owner of knowledge to surpass the knowledge of all others. Score.

But first, like usual, I must talk about the men in my life.

Capone: We had a nasty, nasty breakup. Leaving one to say, "You got back together?" Th answer is yes and the end game of that sitiuation landed me in the hospital. No more. Never again will you have to worry bout his nam on my lips.

Mr. Green Apron: We had a falling out and though he insists tat he is not actually mad at me but we haven't spoken to each other in months. It's ok though, the two of us equaled a giantic headache.

Dildo: He's still in Richmond. He's as crazy as he's ever been.

now to the new arrivals....

Sparks: He looks like Shane Sparks from "So You Think You Can Dance?" and moves even better. We met in my Tuesday hip hop class; he's the teacher. He's sexy and massively appealing, needless to say, I think I'm his favorite student.

Piano Man: I've actually known him for years but incidentally, we both ended up at Full Sail and we live right across the street from each other. He's a ton of fun and I'm looking forward to the time we're gonna spend together.

Ok, so Sparks and I began hanging out under kind of unfortunate circumsatnces. He had missed a couple of classes when I decided to email him and see what was up. He responded by informing me that his father had recently died of colon cancer. I of course, was shocked and devasted for him. I asked him if thee was anything that I cold do. He asked me what I was doing that weekend. We went out once and he've been talking ever since. That was about two months ago. I've been in Florida for almost a month. I miss him but naturally, there is going to be a cerain element of lonliness that sets in eventually. It's set in and set in hardcore. I've begun to get bit sick as a result of the stress and yesterday, when I was feeling particularly lonely, asked Piano man if he could bring me smething for my fever. He came over. We laughed. We joked. We composed a new dance form that operates with at least one person lying horizontally on a bed. The bed is where the problem comes in. We're playing on my bed, dancing and ouncing and then eventually laying still in each others arms. He goes home to change into some pjs. We get in to bed. We...I cooked him breakfast this morning.

There enlies my dilemna.

Adore them both.

Can I have them both?