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I quit the SG Comics group because the last issue of Y: The Last Man came out this week and they're discussing it. sometimes when I hit that MY SG button on the top right it comes up and I read little things like "so sad what happened to _______." only with the name included. It made me want to tear my eyes out. I'm reading Y in trade format so it's gonna be a couple more months before I can finish the series. till then, no SG Comics group for me.

"alas poor Yorick..."

I may as well talk about it here, because here's where I talk about things.
I was offered a job in a place called Tukwila outside of Seattle. I want to take it and leave this place. The pay's okay, but getting out of Miami sounds pretty nice to me.
Besides, I can always come back.

I've asked Hillary to join me but she doesn't want to. She's managing a fantastic fucking store and wants to become regional manager one day. And it makes sense-- I wouldn't want to leave that either. Not when she's so good at her job and her bright future seems set in stone. If I were her, I wouldn't want to leave it either.

Me, I got no skills, no degree, nothin.

It's been a week of crying and fighting (and sexin). It's been a horrid, horrid week. Hillary, for all her problems, for all my misery, is my life.
So much so that I almost wish the offer had never been made.


But yes. I still want to take it. I've always wanted out of here, and I still want to take it.
But like my shrink said yesterday, the likelihood of my relationship surviving this is slim to none.
She said "You have to get ready for a lot of pain, Gabriel"

But I want this adventure. I want this experience. I want to know what it is to be outside of my comfort zone. I don't really know anyone over there. It's the polar opposite of Miami geographically, and I bet in a whole bunch of other ways too.
I'd have to get a car and an apartment by myself. I'd have to learn my way around all by myself. I'd have to cook and do laundry, for myself. I'd have to pay bills by myself. I'm deathly afraid of losing my ability to speak Spanish.
I still may not take it.

So there you are. Full disclosure.
I find out whether or not I can actually take the job sometime next week.

The manager there jumped the gun and made the offer this week, but he's found out he has to wait until at least a couple of people from the shop (internal people) have applied and been turned down before being able to OKAY me.



In other, less important news, I finished a book this morning called The Ruins.
It's a book I didn't mean to read. I started it sometime early in 2007, hated it (75 pages in and nothing had happened!), and meant to give it away in my big SG book giveaway last year. It even has a post-it note with MissHavok's address on it.
Then I forgot to send it.

Last Saturday my car broke down and I wound up stranded at an IHOP for about 5 hours while my friends came to rescue me.
I started to read it again, and it ensnared me.
I liked it, a lot. It was the most fucked up book I've ever read. Imagine, a horror book that's like Cabin Fever meets Mayan ruins. But the first casualty doesn't actually happen until about the 250th page.
Character development and suffering. That's what this book was like. It was horrible and slow (too slow, if you look on amazon it's got some of the most negative reviews in recent memory) and plodding. I liked it. Yes. Blood and vines.


Also, I loved explaining the deaths to Hillary in vivid detail. I loved watching her reactions.