Hello, sir! We’re sober. 

Reblog for Snork Juice.

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Somehow, all the things I was worried about at the beginning of this year have magically worked themselves out. Better jobs, better pay, better hours, and a lot of things that Tyler and I were hoping would happen someday have all happened in the last month. It’s crazy, after trying to work around crappy schedules, having to get used to never, ever seeing each other as much as we wanted, stressing about debt and the like. Things are finally falling into place.

Everything’s coming up Tyler and Amanda. 

Granted, I’ll find new things to worry about. I always do. But I’m going to enjoy this for a while.

Tags: post-grad work

leslie-knopes:

This “Snake Juice” is practically rat poison. Everybody’s wasted.

beforetherewasinternet:

tastefullyoffensive:

Video: Nick Offerman Recites Some Profound Shower Thoughts [gifs via]

Yeah, I am now and forever, half centaurion.

pliszkasaurus:

Everything will be okay.  #Rochester #highfalls #geneseeriver #calming #nofilter

pliszkasaurus:

Everything will be okay.
#Rochester #highfalls #geneseeriver #calming #nofilter

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Rediscovered this band today, and I’m forgetting why I forgot about them.

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Engaged.

Tyler asked me to marry him on Friday, and I said “yes.”

Actually, I started laughing, reached for the ring and made him put it on me. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that we realized I didn’t actually answer the question. 

Granted, I knew it was coming. We were hashtag so modern and talked to our parents a few weeks beforehand, and then I sent him an email with the ring I wanted, which he ordered the next day.

A lot of people knew it was going to happen before it did, actually. I’m a little embarrassed at how badly kept this “secret” was. We even set a date before the actual proposal (Aug. 22, 2015!), and I got my dress. It’s pretty.

We still wanted to wait for the ring to be on my finger before we told the world at large. Keeping that on lockdown was tough, especially since shipping took longer than we’d hoped. Plus with my new job, I was brimming with excitement and wanted to explode.

But now everyone knows and we’re in serious celebration mode, so I feel a lot less anxious about holding in all this goodness. 

Also, I got to see my Bonnies Friday evening in Watkins Glen, which just added to the general happiness. I had to leave Saturday morning due to work, which sucked, but whatever. I’m still happy, and my face hurts from smiling.

ladyavenal:

And in that moment, we were all Mr Keatings students.

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wiserstrongerbetter:

Bears repeating, especially at this time. If you are in crisis, call 1-800-273-TALK (8255) National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

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New job

I got one. I’ll be leaving journalism and going back to my one true love: public relations. I’ll also get to work in a really cute village with lots of cute restaurants and shops. I’m sad to be leaving some of the people I’ve met through work, but I’m so ready for a change.

I haven’t had to dress up for work since my hospital internship, which was three years ago (holy shit), and I’m excited to get to do that again.