I rarely come on Tumblr anymore. When I do, I look through the old things I have posted to try and smile. The ones about Jake always make me happy.
I miss him so much… It’s been a year since he died. Ryan and Mikey are so supportive, letting me have my breakdowns when I need to.
We all moved in to a marvelous new house. We’re still in the process of decorating, but it already feels like home.
Wedding plans are coming along nicely. I still need a dress, but everything else is pretty much set.
Still writing. Still doing way too many odd jobs to make money - mostly freelance. I just took my old job back, actually, because I’m in the process of trying to save my other job. It’s a long story. Basically, every year, I have to show a presentation on why I should keep my job. It’s a bit ridiculous, and totally terrifying. I’m a bit indifferent on the subject, though. If I get it, I get it. If I lose it, their lost. With Ryan better, there are a lot less bills to pay. Still paying off the old ones, of course, but there aren’t any new ones, which helps.
“Mr. Happys? Let’s go there. Oh wait. Nevermind. I think it’s a strip club. Wait. What does that say? Mr. Happy’s Cafe. You have to come back, babe, so I can figure out of this is a strip club or a restaurant. Nevermind! There’s a creepy guy. It’s a strip club.”—Me