So. Today. Augie and I went on the hike we did on our first real date and I bitched and moaned pretty much the whole two hours because I hate moving, as well as standing for that matter. Then. We got to the top and we took out the oranges he'd packed to snack on. As I unwrapped mine I scoffed that there was "some metal shit inside mine". In my head, I cursed Trader Joe's and Joe himself, for this messy piece of fruit. Then I said "there's a ring in here" then upon further realization I once again said "there's a ring in here". Then I realized he was on a knee and then you can guess the rest. I shouted FUCK NO/Jumped off the mountain/and I'm now a ghost. Jk. I was overwhelmed, said duh, and then he handed me his orange to retrieve his matching ring. That is not a sexy euphemism. And just like that... I'm engaged to my best friend. Then as if this forced exercise turned romance weren't great enough he pulls out a ten year old bottle of Dom and motherfucking CHEESE and we toast to the future. And that was today. On Golden Globes Sunday no less and I'm rooting for you Annette and if you lose I call this off (not really/ it's probably Emma's year/ugh). Anyways. Apologies for my most self indulgent post in awhile and from the guy who hosts a Facebook live talk show from his bed, that's quite a statement... but I'm happy and that's aggressively rare.