I'm a copywriter for a youth branding agency in Lincoln, Nebraska called Archrival. That's right... Lincoln, Nebraska. And you're about to see what that's like! Exciting, no?!

Couple other things... I am working on a pretty serious war on seriousness, called The Ryler Society, I may or may not have a twitter account, and I like to take photos.

That's about it. You can email me at tylerriewer [at] gmail.

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Sat Jun 7

My wife is in cosmetology school

So during lunch yesterday, I ventured over for a facial massage and potential eyebrow waxing. She gets credits for this, so I was helping her out. I agreed to come in thinking that I could probably talk my way out of the waxing.

I should’ve known better.

Twenty minutes later, I’m in a chair with wax all over the damn place and what sounds like a group of girls gathered round to watch. I’m not allowed to open my eyes (“unless you want me ripping out your eyelashes too”), but I’m hearing things like, “oh, wow… he has such small eyelids!” and “ohhhh, poor guy.”

None of which is comforting.

Then someone decides they’d like to earn some credits for waxing my nostrils (like I’m some kind of freebie test subject) and suddenly I have two hot cutips up my nose. “It’s okay to cry,” she says before ripping half of my face off.

An hour later I returned to work with red splotches on my face, feeling more pretty than handsome.

I wouldn’t say it was the best $7 I’ve ever spent, but the massage was nice.