I will miss Miami's women. The overdone hair, the makeup, the superficiality, the slutty clothes, the spaghetti straps, the bare shoulders. I'll miss everything that makes this place tacky and awesome at the same time.
I'm at the apartment picking up the last of my shit. mostly cds, it looks like. Hillary's at work today. South Beach Food and Wine festival.
That's a good thing-- she's not speaking to me, doesn't want to see me.
I'm not okay with it because I miss her so much but damn if I don't understand. I feel goddamn guilty, but breakups happen and people get hurt. It just sucks when you turn that gun on the person you love the most and you find out from mutual friends how badly she's doing.
Whatever-- the world keeps turning.
I've got arthur on my lap for what I imagine will be the final time.
Tonight is an Oscar party at my friend's place. Then I go see Torche play in Miami for the final time.
It's a photo of them standing in front of the Club Pink Pussycat-- one of Miami's staple strip clubs.
I'm excited for this. I love them. I love that Hydrahead is releasing their next disc.
On Friday night I saw this girl at the movies that totally took my breath away.
Last night at karaoke I saw her again.
Maria saw me staring and she grabbed me, looked into my eyes and said "from now on you can hit on anyone you like. Go talk to her."
And I did. I talked to her. Turns out she used to make my sandwiches at quiznos about three years ago when I was working a different job and I went in there everyday. Without the stupid quiznos hat and outfit, all made up and dressed to go out, she looked fucking goddamn hot as fuck, and she was happy to see me.
Nothing came of it, of course but the feeling was damn intoxicating. The confidence, the "I can talk to this girl if I want to" feeling, it was just... I don't know how to describe it.
Yeah.
I went to karaoke with four friends last night and it was fucking magical. they dedicated their songs to me, they said "I love you Gabriel" every time.
Aaron sang the Johnny Cash song don't take your guns to town and every time the lyrics said "leave your guns at home, Bill" he changed it to Gabriel.
I got very drunk.
I'm at the apartment picking up the last of my shit. mostly cds, it looks like. Hillary's at work today. South Beach Food and Wine festival.
That's a good thing-- she's not speaking to me, doesn't want to see me.
I'm not okay with it because I miss her so much but damn if I don't understand. I feel goddamn guilty, but breakups happen and people get hurt. It just sucks when you turn that gun on the person you love the most and you find out from mutual friends how badly she's doing.
Whatever-- the world keeps turning.
I've got arthur on my lap for what I imagine will be the final time.
Tonight is an Oscar party at my friend's place. Then I go see Torche play in Miami for the final time.
It's a photo of them standing in front of the Club Pink Pussycat-- one of Miami's staple strip clubs.
I'm excited for this. I love them. I love that Hydrahead is releasing their next disc.
On Friday night I saw this girl at the movies that totally took my breath away.
Last night at karaoke I saw her again.
Maria saw me staring and she grabbed me, looked into my eyes and said "from now on you can hit on anyone you like. Go talk to her."
And I did. I talked to her. Turns out she used to make my sandwiches at quiznos about three years ago when I was working a different job and I went in there everyday. Without the stupid quiznos hat and outfit, all made up and dressed to go out, she looked fucking goddamn hot as fuck, and she was happy to see me.
Nothing came of it, of course but the feeling was damn intoxicating. The confidence, the "I can talk to this girl if I want to" feeling, it was just... I don't know how to describe it.
Yeah.
I went to karaoke with four friends last night and it was fucking magical. they dedicated their songs to me, they said "I love you Gabriel" every time.
Aaron sang the Johnny Cash song don't take your guns to town and every time the lyrics said "leave your guns at home, Bill" he changed it to Gabriel.
I got very drunk.
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Breaking up/moving out is awful - but new beginnings are great! It's nothing but possibilities, right?? That's what I keep telling myself and it seems to be working.
Sending you lots of love -