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My life is in a weird place right now.
On Sunday I found myself at a film shoot for a porn mocumentary as a cheer coach. No, I was not in the movie, I was simply called to the set to advise the actors on cheerleading. But seriously, how the hell did that happen?
Then in the evening I went to Fiesta Cantina to take advantage of their killer happy hour and found myself sitting by two of the five "queer eye" guys. God bless my gay boyfriends for sucking me into their world. It's so much fun.
Now, I am winding down my days in LA with a bit of denial and a lot of sadness. My gay neighbors are getting ready to move to Florida, and thus when I get back from Texas, they will no longer be here. They will be embarking on their next life adventures, while my life goes from fun to amazingly busy and confusing.
I start school in a little over a month, and I have yet to prep for anything. I have to move out of my apartment because it is too small for Joel and I, and the landlord is raising the rent on the gays' place to an unimaginable $1695 a month.
I don't want to move again. I hate moving.
So, in 24 hours I will be on a plane to Texas, plotting out the timeline of my next life adventure. Where am I going? Who is going with me? And what the fuck happened to Marie? I think she might be dead...
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To the gay neighbors: I thank you for your kindness and friendship. I thank you for all of the free meals you cooked for me, and for taking better care of my fish than I ever took of your cat. I thank you for supporting me in all of my craziness, and I thank you for all of the pre-party shots you made me take. I thank you for spin-the-bottle, and smoking on the stoop, and introducing me to Martin. I thank you for all the good times at the Abbey and at Fiesta. I thank you for the work-out challenge, and the mutual quitting of the work-out challenge. I thank you for your advice, and your wisdom, and always carting me around on Saturday nights. I thank Jon for being the world's more irritating drunk - a quality that he knew and wholeheartedly embraced. I thank Robert for always being the "guy", and always taking pictures of things that should never be recorded. I thank them both for their amazing dynamic, and their amazing spirit.
There can be no other neighbors like the gay neighbors, and for the memories I am forever grateful.
Good luck Robert and Jon. May Florida be all that you dream. And don't let the hurricanes get you down. Just remember, if you get in a bind, you can always drink your pee for survival. Or each others' pee. Whatever you're into.
Peace out.
On Sunday I found myself at a film shoot for a porn mocumentary as a cheer coach. No, I was not in the movie, I was simply called to the set to advise the actors on cheerleading. But seriously, how the hell did that happen?
Then in the evening I went to Fiesta Cantina to take advantage of their killer happy hour and found myself sitting by two of the five "queer eye" guys. God bless my gay boyfriends for sucking me into their world. It's so much fun.
Now, I am winding down my days in LA with a bit of denial and a lot of sadness. My gay neighbors are getting ready to move to Florida, and thus when I get back from Texas, they will no longer be here. They will be embarking on their next life adventures, while my life goes from fun to amazingly busy and confusing.
I start school in a little over a month, and I have yet to prep for anything. I have to move out of my apartment because it is too small for Joel and I, and the landlord is raising the rent on the gays' place to an unimaginable $1695 a month.
I don't want to move again. I hate moving.
So, in 24 hours I will be on a plane to Texas, plotting out the timeline of my next life adventure. Where am I going? Who is going with me? And what the fuck happened to Marie? I think she might be dead...
* * *
To the gay neighbors: I thank you for your kindness and friendship. I thank you for all of the free meals you cooked for me, and for taking better care of my fish than I ever took of your cat. I thank you for supporting me in all of my craziness, and I thank you for all of the pre-party shots you made me take. I thank you for spin-the-bottle, and smoking on the stoop, and introducing me to Martin. I thank you for all the good times at the Abbey and at Fiesta. I thank you for the work-out challenge, and the mutual quitting of the work-out challenge. I thank you for your advice, and your wisdom, and always carting me around on Saturday nights. I thank Jon for being the world's more irritating drunk - a quality that he knew and wholeheartedly embraced. I thank Robert for always being the "guy", and always taking pictures of things that should never be recorded. I thank them both for their amazing dynamic, and their amazing spirit.
There can be no other neighbors like the gay neighbors, and for the memories I am forever grateful.
Good luck Robert and Jon. May Florida be all that you dream. And don't let the hurricanes get you down. Just remember, if you get in a bind, you can always drink your pee for survival. Or each others' pee. Whatever you're into.
Peace out.